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think about the fact that she’d just had sex with a near
stranger. The only thing she could think about was the fact that,
for the first time ever, she fell asleep after sex, feeling
completely sated and happy.

    When Amy awoke the sun was
filtering through the dirty windows at the top of the wall. Their
warm rays tickled her face as she stretched. Her body protested
lightly as she moved. When her arm went to the side of the bed, she
found it empty. Frowning, she sat up.
    Looking around the loft,
she didn’t see Christian anywhere. Then she heard angry voices
coming from below. Slowly creeping from the bed, she stood by the
railing, careful to keep out of sight.
    The voices below were
heated. One of them was Christian but she didn’t recognize the
other. She strained as she listened to the conversation. Thankfully
their voices carried well in the open space below.
    “ I know it doesn’t look
good, Amal,” Christian said in a harsh whisper.
    “ Do you realize if you are
convicted this time you could go to prison for a very long
time?”
    “ There’s got to be another
way. Can’t you make this disappear like the last time?”
    “ This isn’t like the last
time, Christian.”
    “ No, it’s not. Because
unlike last time, I actually like this girl,” Christian
snapped.
    “ Well, then, I suggest you
figure something out, because if she finds out about your history
with this shit, she is going to fucking lose it. I mean it
Christian. I can’t promise to get you out of it this time. Your
past has already been throwing up red flags all over the place. You
need to get what you want done figured out before it’s too
late.”
    “ I just need time,”
Christian said.
    “ Well, brother, time is not
what you’ve got.”

    Amy’s heart stopped. Not like last time. What
kind of secrets was Christian hiding? What red flags was this man
talking about? And what had he gotten him out of before?
    Amy’s mind was spinning in
dozens of directions. Who in the hell had she just slept
with?

Kiss Me Book 2

    Amy was pulling up her
jeans when she heard Christian climbing back up the stairs. Her
heart raced wildly. She didn’t want him to know that she’d
overheard anything, so she tried to act as cool and calm as
possible. Unfortunately, acting was not her strong suit.
    She was just pulling her
camisole over her head when Christian appeared. “You’re up,” he
said and then frowned, “and dressed. Why are you
dressed?”
    “ I—I have to go. I have
clients I need to take care of,” she said stiffly. She made the
mistake of looking at him, and she nearly choked on her tongue. He
was standing in front of her, wearing nothing but what she had
determined had become his trademark paint-stained jeans. These
jeans were faded to almost white with giant holes ripped in the
left thigh and one on the right knee. The top button was unfastened
as if he’d dressed in a hurry. The jeans hung low on his hips,
revealing the deep V cut of his muscles. It was that particular cut
that had always been her weakness. She slowly brought her eyes up,
over the dips and valleys of his muscles and to his neck. His jaw
was covered in just the right amount of stubble—stubble she
remembered all too well scraping against her soft flesh as he
kissed, licked and sucked his way over every inch of her
body.
    His sandy blond hair fell,
unbound, to his shoulders. One side was tucked behind his ear as he
stared at her with curious blue eyes. Her insides began to quiver,
and a dull throb began in her jeans. Her body was gearing up for
another round, anything but a good idea.
    “ Are you sure about that?”
he asked as he bit his bottom lip and took a step closer to
her.
    Amy jumped and held up her
hand, backing away. “N-no. I need to go. I just want to get my
things, and I’ll be on my way.”
    He chuckled and shook his
head. “You’ve not paid your debt completely.”
    Amy’s face blanched. “What
do you mean?”
    “ I mean, I have four pieces
of