Wingman [Woman]
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I scoot out of my chair, flashing my parents a smile, before following him outside. He turns to me as soon as the front door is closed behind him. “I have information about Autumn.”
I lose my smile. “Tell me.”
“The man they think is after her goes by the name of Mario Supremo.”
“What is he, a fucking pizza? What a stupid name,” I grunt.
Reign laughs, putting his hands on my shoulder. “Calm down and let me finish. That’s not his real name, though we’re finding it hard to dig out his true identity. However we have managed to find where he used to work. Jackson is looking into it. In regards to the MC club that has been hired to track her down, there’s no way for Jackson to get involved in that without causing an all-out war between clubs. That’s their business; it isn’t his. He is trying to get someone following the biker that’s on her trail. He can offer her protection if he can track her down.”
I take all this in, slowly shaking my head.
“Is she in danger?”
“It seems Mario isn’t too happy, and we’re still tryin' to get to the bottom of why. Obviously Autumn did something that really pissed him off, not to mention it put him in jail. Men like that don’t put time and effort into just any girl for no good reason.”
“I’m worried for her, Reign,” I say softly.
He cups my cheek, his calloused finger grazing over my skin. “We’ll figure this out. In the mean time, there’s nothing you can do.”
“It won’t stop me from worrying.”
Reign shakes his head, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips. “Maybe not, but you just need to try and think about other things until we have more information.”
I nod, looking up at him. “Are we still on for our awesome business trip away?”
He grins. “And the best part? I got you a golf outfit.”
I moan really loudly. “Shit, Reign, are you trying to ruin my reputation?”
“I just know how much you love golf.”
“You’re an asshole, you know that? You better be careful. I can do seriously bad things to you while you sleep. The first of those things involves a toothbrush, a toilet and an evil laugh from me.”
“I can return that favor, and believe me, I’ll make you cry, little girl.”
I cross my arms and huff. “Ha! You only wish you could make me cry.”
He steps forward, his eyes lusty. “It’s apparent you underestimate me.”
“Back atcha, big guy.”
With a twinkle in his eye, he turns and walks off down the path.
“Good to see you too, Reign. Have a nice evening. No problems about the cup of tea, it’s fine. I have plenty of money, so don’t you worry yourself at all about taking a poor girl’s teabag.”
He chuckles but doesn’t turn. “Night, gorgeous.”
Well shit.
Sassy . . . gone.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Holy shit!” I squeal, launching myself onto the massive king-sized bed.
I jump up and down, waving my hands in the air, doing small circles. I’m filled with excitement. The room Reign got for me at the resort we’re staying at is stunning. It’s all plush carpets and white walls, with perfect crisp linen and a big spa bath. It overlooks the grounds, and I can see the sparkling blue pools as well as the ocean at the back. White curtains whip in the breeze that washes through the open balcony doors.
“Jesus, I can hear you from two doors down,” Reign says, appearing in my room.
“I am so excited,” I squeal, leaping off the bed and rushing over to throw myself into his arms. He catches me with an oomph and takes two steps backwards.
“Where are we going first? The pool? The beach?”
“Golf.”
“Oh nooooo,” I groan, letting my body slide down his until I land on the floor at his feet. “You’re a horrible boss, Reign Braxton.”
He stares down at me. “Then we’re going to a business dinner.”
I roll to my side, curling in the fetal position. “Kill me now. Take a bullet to my brain, and put me out of my misery.”
“Then I might take you to the pool and fuck you until you scream my name.”
That has my head jerking up. “Go on . . .”
He kneels down and runs his finger up my thigh. “Imagine how hard your nipples will be in that cold water. They’ll ache for my mouth.”
“Mmmmmm, I could be swayed.”
He leans down and lifts me, pressing my lips to his in a hungry, demanding kiss. Then he lets me go and stands. “Now get dressed in the golf outfit I got you.”
He disappears and I turn to the suitcase. Crawling over, I flip it open and gape at the ugly outfit on top.
“I hate you Reign Braxton!” I bellow. “You will die a slow and painful death for this.”
I hear him chuckling all the way down the hall.
~*~*~*~
“Stop fidgeting,” Reign chastises as we walk across the lush grass to the group of people waiting to start the game.
“I look so fucking ugly, old women would run from me. You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
He smirks.
“I fucking hate you.”
“Language, babe,” he says, giving me a warning look.
“Bite me.”
I don’t even want to look at myself. Green-and-white golf pants, a white polo shirt with a cardigan pulled over the top that has big green diamonds on it . . . I fucking hate him. HATE him. It only gets worse when I see Slutena in the crowd. She’s wearing a tiny skirt that shows off her long, bronzed legs. Her top half is similar to mine, only she makes it look so much better. She flicks her long, blond hair over her shoulder as she sees Reign approach.