Training Their Mate [Pack Wars-Book 1] by Vella Day Read Free Book Online Page B

in
Trax’s room. You’ll like it.”
    “Thanks. I need to cover my
hand. Do you have a plastic bag?”
    “We do. Go ahead and get
ready for your shower, and I’ll be in to tie you up nice and tight.”
    She wasn’t sure if she wanted
him to see her in her bra or panties, but if she wrapped a towel around
herself, she should be covered enough.
    Trax disconnected and walked
into the living room. “Clay and Dirk will be working the case.”
    That made her feel better. As
soon as she stepped into his bedroom, she halted. The living room was bright
and colorful, but his room looked like it belonged in an Afghan tent city.
Everything was either gray or black. That included the furniture, bedding, and
wall color. What was up with that? Not that it wasn’t nice, but it was as if
Trax had hired a totally color blind decorator.
    Curiosity got the best of her
and she quietly opened Trax’s top dresser drawer. She whistled and ran a hand
over the top of the perfectly stacked black underwear. Touching his personal
items was close to touching the man himself and a unique thrill sped through
her.
    One pile contained black
T-shirts and another black briefs. She was surprised he’d carried a white
handkerchief, which by now was ruined by her blood.
    After temporarily satisfying her curiosity
about the enigmatic man, she then spotted her clothes neatly folded on the bed.
Checking the pile, she found a pair of jeans, two T-shirts, two pairs of socks,
and three panties, but no bras or nightwear. From the amount of outfits Dante
had grabbed, he didn’t think she’d stay long.
    He’d be in shortly with her plastic bag, so she
ducked into the bathroom to change. Holy
mother of God. Trax had no hand in this décor. It was light and airy. The
white sinks sat atop a black cabinet, but the walls were a yellow-beige and the
floor tiles were white with swirls of yellow and gray. A huge jetted tub sat in
the corner and a large walk-in shower was on the right. The bathroom was larger
than her kitchen.
    The only items on the cabinet
were her toiletries all neatly stacked. Dante had brought her toothbrush,
toothpaste, and shampoo. While she would have liked her razor and face cream,
she could last a day without those amenities.
    As quickly as she could, she
toed off her boots and slipped her jeans over her hips. Because of her injured
hand, she sat on the edge of the tub to pull them off. Her lopsided tugging
wore her out, but she rested after they reached her ankles. Next she tackled
her sweater, which caught on her bandage.
    “Grr.”
    “Need help, sugar?”
    Oh,
fuck . She had her pants
to her ankles and her sweater over her face. At least he wouldn’t see the
blush. There were two options. Yell at him to get out, or since he’d already
gotten an eyeful, ask him to help, and then politely suggest he leave.
    “Please.”
    Dante took care removing the
sleeve over her bandage. With the sweater came her T-shirt. Her hair flew in
every direction and she patted it down with her good hand. He appeared to be
all business as he bent on one knee and removed her jeans. Then he stepped over
to the counter and picked up the plastic bag. “Let me cover that hand.”
    She waited for some snide
remark about her bra and panties not matching, but he played the role of the
gentleman. She held her hand out and in
about twenty seconds, he’d taped the baggie over it. From the looks of it, no water would get
in. He waved a roll of plastic wrap. “What’s that for?”
    Dante nodded to her knees.
“Thought I’d waterproof your knees, too.”
    The man thought of
everything. “Cool.”
    With equal proficiency, he
wrapped both knees in plastic then taped the top and bottom. She might look
funny, but at least she could shower without worrying about getting the
bandages wet.
    “You good?”
    “Yes, thank you.”
    He twisted around, walked out,
and closed the door. How sweet was he? Why couldn’t she have found someone like
him before? Needing to wash this