Dangerously Big by Cleo Peitsche Read Free Book Online

don’t even care if he never fucks me.
    Romeo . I knew it the first time I saw him. He could be my savior if he wanted… if I allow it.
    If he asks about my past right now, I’ll tell him everything. I think… I think I want him to ask.
    It’s not just sex that makes me tremble with desire. I need him to want me .
    Which is unrealistic because he has no idea who I really am. I guess some part of me wishes he could see through all my masks. But that’s ridiculous. Real life doesn’t work that way. If I want him to see me, I’ll have to pull back the layers between us and invite him in.
    And I’m not capable of that.
    I wipe my cheek on the pillow to dry the tears. I don’t want him to know I’m crying, so I breathe through my mouth so he can’t hear my nose is all stuffed up.  
    A few minutes later, I feel myself drifting off. All of my senses are wrapped in him, and I swear, if this isn’t love, then real love will probably tear me apart.

Chapter 8

    When I wake, I’m alone in Romeo’s bed. My shirt is, sadly, still on. It’s amazing to me that I slept so deeply, but it was only a couple of hours.
    I remember the press of Romeo’s broad chest against my back, and I shudder. There aren’t words to explain how safe I feel with him. It’s not just that he’s so physically strong that I know nothing can hurt me.  
    There’s something else. He’s trustworthy. He’s honest and honorable. Maybe that’s why deceiving him makes me feel so shitty.
    But I don’t expect him to deliver breakfast in bed, so I get up, make my way back to the guest bedroom and put on my clothes from the day before.  
    Romeo’s T-shirt goes into my bag.
    I look at my phone and realize the alarm didn’t go off like it should have. Then I realize that it’s been disabled.
    Maybe I should have stayed in Romeo’s bed and waited for him to rouse me.
    Too late now.
    I find him downstairs at the dining room table. He’s dressed in an elegant dark suit that makes him seem a little mysterious. I feel my pulse flutter in the back of my throat as I stare at him. This is the man who caressed me last night and took my loneliness away. Hard to believe.  
    He’s already in work mode, and I feel like I’m intruding on his morning routine. He probably wishes I’d accepted the offer of a hotel instead. I try to stay out of the way while he finishes getting ready.
    He looks at his phone. “The limo is here,” he says. “You can go out.”  
    “I took your shirt,” I say.
    With a little shrug, he hands me his briefcase, which is surprisingly heavy.  
    The entire drive to my apartment building, Romeo is on the phone. To my surprise, he gets out when I do, and he walks me to the entrance, then to the elevator, to my front door. When I unlock it, he hangs up the phone and moves in front of me, blocking my view of the apartment.  
    I try to push through the doorway, but Romeo restrains me with one large hand.
    “Wait here a moment,” he says.
    It’s strange to watch Romeo like this. He’s big enough to be a bouncer, but he’s wearing that expensive suit. If Kidnapper Joe is in my apartment, waiting to jump out and get me, he’ll certainly be surprised by my well-dressed bodyguard.
    After a few minutes, Romeo comes back out. “I’ll be right here,” he says.
    “You might as well wait inside,” I say graciously.  
    He nods as his phone rings, and he slides it from his pocket. Before the door is closed, he’s talking about business. After the drive over, I’m hardly surprised, but it does make me sad that he’s not more interested in seeing where I live.
    Bandit meets me halfway to my bedroom. His body and tail curl around my calves as I stoop to pet him. He was a stray I bonded with. Hawthorne had him nursed back to health, then returned him to me.  
    It’s safe to say that Bandit is the only normal thing in my life, and he’s worth the constant vacuuming.
    I close my bedroom door even though Romeo has no interest in