Page 49 of Tainted Desire
Right?
My phone beeped, then died. I stared at it, my mouth gaping. How? Why? I didn’t even think about checking the battery.
Damn. Now what?
I should’ve used my resources to book a flight instead of cyberstalking Mr. Cocky. I searched for a charger—I did not find one.
Then I slouched down on the sofa and stared outside the window at the illuminated casino in the not-so-far distance.
And suddenly, the events of the day, the fresh air, the alcohol, and the long hours caught up with me, and my eyelids got impossibly heavy.
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the weird sense of weightlessness I was feeling. The second thing was the darkness and shadows passing by through my eyelids. And then there were the strong arms, slung around me like steel bands.
I popped my eyes open. Stared at the moving lights, which were indeed lights, then focused on the man carrying me.
“What are you doing?”
Alex looked down at me with a frown. “What I should’ve done the moment you set foot on this island. Setting some boundaries.”
I narrowed my gaze. What the hell was he talking about?
The moment I sat foot on this island, he did nothing but tell me what I could and couldn’t do.
Mostly what I couldn’t do—according to him.
The real question here was what carrying me had to do with setting boundaries.
“Let me guess, the boundary you’re enforcing right now is I can’t set foot in any establishment that belongs to you? And since the whole island is yours, you’re throwing me off a cliff?”
He chuckled.
I froze.
Seeing Alex chuckle, feeling the vibrations against my body, triggered something inside of me.
Something dangerously like…desire? No, it was more than just physical—more like a deep longing for…
For what?
His attention? His lips on mine?
Not good.
“You’re funny even when you’re sleepy.”
I glared at him. “I’m not sleepy. And I would much rather walk, so please, let me down.”
“No.”
“No?”
He gave a single nod.
What the hell?
“Are you for real? I’m not asking here. This Italian wannabe macho-mafioso shit you’re pulling might work with other women, but it sure doesn’t work with me.”
Another chuckle, then he shifted my weight and opened a door with a key card.