He threw his cell phone across the room. It hit the wall, and he screamed. “Shit! Fuck.”
“Fucking talk to me,” Fay yelled.
“No, I’ve got to get you to a safe place, and then I’ll do all the explaining.”
He went to grab her hand, but she pulled away. “No, fucking hell no. Whatever is happening, this has Blair involved. In case you forgot, she’s my best friend. I’m not going to allow you to keep me in the dark.”
“I’m doing what I can to keep you safe.”
“Bullshit,” she said.
“Damn it, Fay. Do you think I’ve waited three years to just have a bit of a fun time with you? Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I’m in love with you, and you’re the only person that O’Neal doesn’t fucking know about. He went after Blair instead, and I cannot let him get to you. I’ll go and get my sister…”
Fay saw a plan building in his head, but she was still reeling from his confession of love. Blaze Carter loved her. She couldn’t believe it, and yet, it was so … no, she didn’t have time to dwell on this. To think and to be happy.
“O’Neal’s your boss, and I’m guessing from this thug, he’s not a nice guy.”
“No, he’s not.”
There would be time for him to explain everything that he’d gotten involved with, but for now, she had to focus on getting to her best friend.
“Then use me.”
“No.”
“He doesn’t know who I am.”
“Fay, I’m not going to put you in danger.”
“Blair is my best friend. She’s like a sister to me, and I’m not going to run and hide while you take care of everything. While there is a risk something might happen. I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to let you do that.” She went to him, putting her hands on his chest. “I … I love you too.”
She’d never said it aloud. Growing up, she had always thought it. Had hoped one day she’d be able to tell him that she loved him.
“Fay?”
“I love you, and I’m not going to let you do this on your own. I’m not someone you need to protect. I’m here. Willing to fight by your side, and this O’Neal doesn’t know who I am. I can help you.”
“How can you help me?” he asked. “You don’t have any fighting experience.”
“No, but I am one hell of a good distraction,” she said, lifting her shirt over her head, showing off her tits.
“Hell, fucking no.”
“I won’t be naked, Blaze. You can deal with this O’Neal, and I’ll handle cronies like this. I’ll be the damsel in distress. Please, just let me help.”
He didn’t want her help. “Fine. Fine. You can keep his guards distracted, but you go in after me. You’re going to have to … wear something revealing.”
Fay smiled, biting into her lip. “Jealous?”
He cupped her tits and kissed each mound. “These are mine.”
“Yes.”
“This is mine.” He touched her pussy.
“You play the damsel,” he said. “You don’t know where you’ve stumbled into. I’ll buy you another.”
“Blaze?”
He grabbed one of her straps and tore it.
“Blaze, what the hell?”
“You’ve got to look the part. You also won’t be wearing any heels.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “You already have bed hair. You look fuckable.”