I’m going to have fun chasing Karey Justice.
Nothing can save her now.
Nothing.
Chapter 3
Karey Justice
“I’m in a relationship.”
The lie passes my lips with practiced ease.I learned long ago no woman is safe in New York City, and even though the lie doesn’t protect me from every man, it deters most who are just out for an easy lay.
My heart pounds and nipples harden as Declan’s grey eyes darken and intensify.
For a tension-filled moment, I imagine him lunging over the table, covering me with his massive body, and pinning me to the couch by my throat.Warmth blooms in my abdomen and need pulses between my legs.
“But not engaged?”he asks.
I morph my smile to one of sympathy.
“We’re happily committed,” I say before finishing withto being best friends foreverinside my head.
“It sounds like he doesn’t deserve you,” Declan growls.
For a few heartbeats, his intensity steals my breath, and a small part of me longs to have his protection.
The anger simmering in his handsome features makes me wish I was in the situation he’s imagining—a lovesick fool being led around by a man who has no intention of marrying me—so he can ride in on a valiant steed, wearing shining armor and save me.
But the past has shown me where that leads.He had his chance to be my one and only forever knight.After the brutal words he spoke before walking away, I’ll never trust him again.
Icy rage destroys the warmth created by his concern.
He has no right to comment on my love life, even it it’s not true.
I soften my smile and relax the tension around my eyes, donning a dreamy expression.
“My boyfriend understands my situation and is perfect just the way he is, but thank you for your concern, Mr.Buchanan,” I strike, removing the blame from my make-believe lover and placing it all on my shoulders.
His expression darkens impossibly further.My heart skips a beat.Slick warmth fills my panties.
I pause at the unfamiliar sensation.
No one has ever interested me enough to make me wet.Even though I work with the city’s most beautiful people—top models, celebrities, musicians, etc—I’ve never once been aroused.Not even the slightest inkling.
Yet Declan Buchanan’s anger turns me on so much I fear I’ll leak onto the couch and embarrass the hell out of myself.
I clear my throat and pull a notepad and pen from my purse.
It may kill me, but I will remain professional.I may never recover from watching the man my fanciful heart still refuses to believe isn’t mine anymore fall in love and find his happily ever after, but there’s no going back now.
“If you’ll tell me what you’re looking for in a wife, I’ll start my search as soon as possible,” I prompt.
He surprises me by launching into a list instead of arguing.
“Light brown caramel eyes.Brunette.”
Easy enough, even if most men claim they want blonde hair and blue eyes.I nod and move to the next line in my notepad.