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Authors: Olivia Jaymes
Tags: #Comtemporary, #Romance, #Fiction, #Investigator, #Mystery, #Suspense, #Thriller, #Danger, #Military, #Waitress, #Hiding, #Abusive Ex, #Montana, #Passionate, #Trust, #Past, #Protection, #Detective, #Affair, #Law Enforcement, #Leaving, #Adult, #Erotic
Hiding From Danger (Danger Incorporated Book 2)
Danger Incorporated
Book Two
by
Olivia Jaymes
Georgette “Gigi” Sidney is a woman on the run. Her ex-boyfriend’s love was controlling, obsessive, and deadly. Now she’s hiding out in Tremont, Montana spending her days as a waitress and her nights in West Anderson’s bed. She ought to be moving on to the next town but her feelings for the handsome detective have complicated her plans.
Everything in life has come easily for West Anderson. Until now. Despite the passionate nights he and Gigi have shared she’s constantly talking about leaving town. He knows she has some sort of a secret but so far she hasn’t trusted him enough to reveal it.
When Gigi’s past interferes with the present she has to finally tell West the truth…about everything. She needs twenty-four hour protection and he’s just the man for the job.
If West has his way there will be no more running, no more excuses, and no more lies. He’s determined to put the past to rest so that he can be her future. All he has to do is catch a madman and keep her alive while doing it.
HIDING FROM DANGER
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Copyright © 2015 by Olivia Jaymes
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All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
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eorgette “Gigi” Sidney
ran her fingers down Westin Anderson’s spine, his skin smooth and warm to the touch. Her limbs still languid and her mind fuzzy after the lovemaking they’d shared mere moments before, he’d tucked her into the curve of his body with her head pillowed on his bicep and his leg thrown over her possessively.
No. Not making love. Sex. It was just sex.
Awesome sex, though. Off the charts amazing. West knew all the little spots that were designed to make a woman writhe, moan, and scream with pleasure. An unselfish lover, he’d taught her what sex was really supposed to be like. Before him she simply hadn’t seen what all the fuss was about.
West’s fingers wound around strands of her long hair before gently tugging her head back until she was looking into those moss green eyes fringed in enviable thick dark lashes. When he smiled a dimple pierced his right cheek, making him look not only handsome but charming as well. By any standards he was gorgeous, just like all the Anderson boys.
But at this particular moment he wasn’t smiling at all, instead looking down at her as if trying to study her features and answer some deep, burning question inside of him.
Questions she couldn’t even begin to answer. There were some things West Anderson could never know.
“Are you thirsty?” he finally asked, and she inwardly sighed in relief that he wasn’t going to push her tonight. The last time she’d come over to his house they’d ended up arguing. She didn’t want to ruin the pleasant afterglow of what they’d shared. “I can get us a couple of beers.”
Every cell of her body wanted to stay here with him. Share a beer and watch a movie. Laugh about the interesting characters that frequented the diner where she worked as a waitress. Hear about West’s day running his campaign for mayor of Tremont. Simple pleasures and a simple life.
But nothing about her life was uncomplicated. She’d left that far behind long ago.
“I should be going.” Her legs still like jelly and her heart beating fast, Gigi shook her head and attempted to extricate herself from the tangle of arms and legs they’d become after their spectacular simultaneous orgasms. She’d thought they’d only existed in books. “I have the early shift at the diner.”
“You always have the early shift. And the late shift too.”
West didn’t sound pissed off about it. More curious than anything. But then he was the son of one of the richest men in Montana, if not the entire western United States. Desperately needing money probably wasn’t something he’d ever experienced.
“You know what they say…idle hands and all that,” she replied lightly. “Besides, the breakfast shift has the best tips. A girl needs pretty things, you know.”
Gigi rarely allowed herself indulgences with her hard-earned money, so West’s disbelieving expression wasn’t all that much of a surprise.
“I’d be happy to buy you something pretty if I thought you wouldn’t toss it back in my face and then knee me in the balls.”
Giggling at his laconic tone Gigi sat up, pulling the sheet over her bare breasts. She’d been engaging in sex with West for almost three months now but she still wasn’t used to his hungry gaze on her naked body. He looked at her like he wanted to eat her up.
Which in and of itself wasn’t a bad thing.
It was the emotions that went along with it that made her weak, something she couldn’t allow to happen.
“Would I be the first? Is there a long line of scorned women out there wishing they could hit you where it counts?”
“Hell, no.” West wore a scowl on his handsome face. “What kind of guy do you think I am? There haven’t been that many women, babe.”
“Are you sure?” Gigi arched an eyebrow and tried to suppress a smile. “Practically the first thing I was told when I took that waitress job was to watch out for West Anderson’s playboy ways. They told me that even before they showed me the menu or how to work the coffee pot.”
And yet she’d fallen into bed with him without much work on his part.
West swung his legs to the floor and stood there bare ass naked. It was easy to see what all the women in Tremont – plus a good part of the entire state of Montana – saw in him. Sex on legs, every inch of him was chiseled from the finest marble. Just his presence was enough to make her tingle.
And that’s why she had to leave. Not just his bed but Tremont all together. She’d already spent far more time here than she’d planned. He’d wriggled under her skin and made her do things she wouldn’t normally do.
“I’ve dated my share of women but not as many as people think.” Hands on his lean hips, West’s eyes were narrowed with frustration. “Not that any of them matter right now. They’re in the past.”
Implying that she was the present? And maybe the future?
Uh uh. No way.
The walls felt like they were closing in on her, making it hard to even take a breath. He’d been doing this lately…talking about them as if they were a couple. Like they were dating or something.
“You’re right, it doesn’t matter.” Gigi shrugged nonchalantly and reached down to the floor to scoop up her discarded clothing. She kept her voice casual despite the acid churning in her stomach. “We’re just friends with benefits. Fuck buddies. I don’t have any strings on you, West. You can have all the women your heart desires as many times as you please.”
* * *
That was the
problem.
West didn’t want any other women. He wanted Gigi. And at times he was pretty sure she wanted him too. Other times he didn’t think she cared for him at all unless it was about sex.
The entire situation was ironic enough to make even him laugh if he wasn’t so damn frustrated twenty-four hours a day.
West hadn’t had to lift a finger to get a woman to chase him since he was fourteen years old and his braces came off. The fact was most things had come easily to him. Women. Sports. The military. And now being a cop.
But if he wanted Gigi he was going to have to work to get her. She was skittish and wary. Someone, somewhere had done a number on his girl. She didn’t trust easily or much at all, really. Even now after three months of dating she wouldn’t spend the night in his bed. With any woman before her he wouldn’t have minded but he missed her warm little body curled up close to his.
“I’d say we’re looking at fuck buddies in the rear view mirror, babe.”
West grabbed his boxers and pulled them on, a cool breeze drying the sweat on his skin. He’d left the windows cracked to let in some fresh air and the temperature had dropped several degrees since the sun went down.
Gigi’s shoulders stiffened and she pulled the sheet up almost to her neck. Too late. He’d seen every delicious inch of Ms. Sidney and committed every curve to memory. “We made a deal. No relationship. No emotions. Just sex.”
“How’s that working out for you?” West padded across the room and shut the window, twisting the lock tight out of habit. He was a cop, after all. “We both know that deal got blown out of the water after the first month we were together. Does it scare you to give a shit?”
West tried to keep the impatience out of his tone. Whatever Gigi was terrified of wasn’t her fault. Some guy had probably been a complete dick and broken her heart fucking some other girl leaving West to pick up the pieces and try to prove to her that all guys weren’t complete pigs.
Except that West had been a total hound dog until he met her. But it hadn’t taken him long at all to see that Gigi wouldn’t put up with any of his shit for one minute. She would have turned her back and been long gone. Suddenly acting like a jerk and having women pant over him didn’t seem as cool as it once had.
She tugged on her clothes, her movements jerky and her lips pressed tight together.
Awesome.
She was pissed at him.
“This wasn’t part of the plan. None of this. I told you I can’t do any more. You’re asking too much, West. Can’t this be enough for you?”
She’d told him in the beginning but not as to why she wanted to keep it low key and casual. That’s what they’d argued about the other night and he didn’t want a repeat performance.
“Is it enough for you?” he countered. “You care, Gigi. Or you would if you let yourself. You’re not just another piece of ass to me.”