Chapter 30

He runs his fingers through his styled hairdo, messing it up. I think he’s frustrated with me, but I don’t care as I don’t want to go to bed to be alone with my mind.

I ogle his mussed hair. I like it better like that, less groomed and perfect, a little rugged. It really does make him look so much hotter. That ‘just fucked’ look.

I didn’t think that was possible.

I reach out and tousle it some more; I’ve never touched his hair, and it feels nice, thick, and smooth, a little crunchy with product, yet sensual.

He catches my fingers, pulling my hands between us and holding them tightly. He’s giving me a testy look, and I wonder where his date has gone again. She’s lucky because she gets to run her fingers through his hair anytime she wants, which upsets me.

“If I have to drag you in there and put you to bed, I will. I’m not against hauling you and holding you down.” There’s seriousness in his eyes. He looks like boss Carrero, and that means no messing abou