Chapter 57

Her jaw lowered. "You’ve got to be kidding here."

They strode toward the last door. "This one’s empty." Placing his hand against the door, Rhye waited until he heard the click of the bolt and pressed it open. Standing aside, he waited for Lily to tramp past him, her head high and great, her spine stiff.

Closing the door, he held the paper bags toward the doubtful witch.

"Don’t turn on the light until you’ve locked the privy door. We don’t want to scare the staff."

She crept forward, completely skeptical of his intentions in bringing her to the motel room.

"So, um-what are you going to be doing?"

"Keeping defence, of course. Why? Do you have something in mind that involves me fucking you hard in the empty door?"

Her jaw dropped again.

His short pursuit vanished as her horrible stink went away and the strawberry vanilla scent of her wrapped around him, arousing the longing that smouldered deep inside him. The sheer idea of her