CHAPTER 15

Liam

“Hello,” I answered Adam’s office phone. I was covering for him and Tilly while they went for their scan. If I was reeling at the thought of Adam and Tilly having twins, I wondered how they felt.

“Um, is that O’Shea Security?” The husky voice that came through the line had me shifting in my seat and adjusting my jeans. Jesus, what the fuck was wrong with me?

“Yeah, sorry it is, I’m covering the phones. Probably should have answered with that, hey,” I chuckled.

The answering laugh wasn’t helping the tightness in my pants any. Clearing my throat, I asked, “Can I help you with anything?”

“I’m looking for Adam. Draco passed his number onto me; apparently, he’s looking for someone to help with security installations?”

“Yes, he is. Are you able to come and see him?”

There was a slight hesitation before she answered, “Well, see, I’m in the car park and was wondering if now was a good time or not.”

“He’s taken his wife to the hospital for a scan, but they should be back soon if you want to come in and wait. I’ll send him a message and let him know you’re waiting.”

“If you’re sure?”

“Babe, I’m sure. Come in, we can have a coffee while you wait.”

“Okay,” I hear a car door open and close before she continues, “thanks, I’m walking up now.”

“I’ll buzz you in,” I tell her, watching for her on the screen and then nearly swallow my tongue as a gorgeous dark-haired Amazon approaches, big breasts, narrow waist, hips make for fucking dressed in combat trousers, boots, and a plain V-neck T-shirt. She pushes her dark glasses up to the top of her head; I can’t tell what the colour of her eyes are on the camera, but something tells me they’re dark. My breath hitches as she leans forward and presses the button on the keypad, and I catch sight of the scar that runs along her face from near the corner of her eye down her cheek, disappearing down her neck, which has me wondering what happened. I’m pulled from my thoughts by the insistent buzzing from the door.

Pressing the button that opens the door, I wait in anticipation as the woman of my dreams walks towards me with her hand outstretched, “Hi, my name’s Sera.”

‘I’m so fucked,’ I whisper to myself, shaking off my lust. I take her hand, holding in my moan as a jolt of electricity runs along our joined hands straight to my cock.

Giving her hand a gentle shake I reply a little hoarsely, “Liam O’Shea.”