Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
"What set of grown twins still look exactly the same?"
"Those two, apparently," she says as I continue to pace the width of the room. "You're safe here. Rooster is not the guy you were dating."
"Can you stop calling him that? What are we, twelve? Grown men with nicknames are ridiculous."
"Robert isn't the guy you were dating," she corrects.
"Exactly the same," I repeat. "Exactly."
"There has to be some difference, right?"
I turn back to face her. "How the hell should I know that unless I see the guy naked?"
Kaylee shakes her head.
"Why aren't you more concerned right now? He tied you up and held you at knifepoint!"
"Roos-Robert wouldn't do that. These guys are like brothers, and one wouldn't hurt the other's wife."
"He's married?" I ask, wondering why in the hell that makes me feel any sort of way.
"Ellis is married. None of the other guys are," she clarifies.
"I just can't believe they aren't the same guy."
"But you could if you saw... more of him?"
I shake my head. "I just said that. I didn't mean I wanted to see him naked."
"But you saw Henry naked?"
"We had sex, Kaylee. Of course, I saw him naked."
"Any distinguishable features?"
I think back to my night with the man. I press a palm to my chest. "He had the dark half of a yin-yang tattoo over his heart."
If Robert really is his twin, then it makes perfect sense. I fully expect the man downstairs to have the other half in the same spot.
"Give me a minute," she says before bolting for the door and disappearing down the hallway.
I snap the door closed again. I want to believe that they're two different people, just like I wanted to believe that I was safe here, but today isn't helping me lean toward those emotions.
My heart races as I continue to pace the room, my ears on high alert.
I freeze in the middle of the room when I hear several pairs of boots on the stairs. It sounds like a team of men is coming in the same way they did last night at the party. Only when the door opens, Kaylee is standing in the doorway, and at her back are Ellis, Twisted, the other guy I hadn't been introduced to yet, and then as far away as he can get and still be visible, is the guy in question.
He watches me with familiar eyes but doesn't open his mouth and try to convince me that he isn't who I think he is. It gives me the courage to cross the room and stand a little closer to him.
He isn't quick to smile and flirt like the man I was intimate with had done. When I met that guy, he was all smiles and enough charm to hypnotize a cobra. I was immediately ensnared by him. This guy seems more reserved, not as quick to try and get me to smile back at him.
I watch, my breath caught in my throat as he reaches to the back neckline of his shirt and pulls his t-shirt free from his body.
I get lost, my eyes drifting down the front of his body, and it all looks so familiar. I was in awe of the man's body the night he stripped naked for me, as if he was made to be in only his skin. Even now, when we aren't in such an intimate moment with several witnesses close, I can't help but gawk at him. Every dip and curve of his muscles have me entranced.
When my senses return, they lift to the bare spot right over his heart.
Bare. Nothing.
The sight of the tanned skin there confuses me, and that confusion alone is enough to get my feet moving closer to him.
He looks perplexed when I lift my hand and run it over the smooth expanse of his skin. I wonder if I shouldn't have been brazen enough to touch him without permission when goosebumps race after my fingertips.
"You expected the other half of the tattoo," he whispers. "I had it removed years ago."
There's no proof that anything marked his skin. There's not a single scar or an inch of raised flesh.
"You're not him," I whisper, lifting my eyes just enough to watch his throat work on a swallow.
"I'm not him," he replies, his voice husky. "I would never hurt a woman."
Our eyes meet, and I know what he's saying is true.
He stands there, my hand still resting on his chest as if he'll do it for the rest of his life just so he doesn't spook me.
"All cleared up?" Twisted asks, and I jolt, pulling my hand back as if the tips were going to catch fire.
"Thank you, Robert," I say as I step back, running my thumb over my fingertips when I can still feel an electric current in them.
"Anytime," he says as he tugs his t-shirt back on before swiveling and leaving the rest of us standing awkwardly in the hallway.