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Dare
In Safe Hands Book 2

Title: Dare

Series: In Safe Hands

Author: S.M. Shade

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publication Date: October 21, 2016

ISBN-13: 9781540426567

ISBN-10: 1540426564

Ayda

I hear him.
His deep voice and rumbling laugh. The bang of the headboard slamming the wall and fake screams from yet another woman. Derek is a pile of muscle and ink, a bad boy fantasy only a few layers of wood and plaster away. It’s all I expect or want him to be.
Until that irresistible voice begins talking to me.

Dare

I hear her.
The clicking of her fingers on a keyboard, her music or TV playing in the background. Her musical laugh and soft cries of pleasure, accompanied by a low, steady buzz. Ayda is a good girl who keeps to herself, and I have no business pursuing her, but I’m not a man known for doing the right thing.
I’m an ex-con. I’m a criminal.
And I want her.

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I massage my temples with my fingertips. “Can’t you just shut up and pretend we can’t hear each other?”

 

“If you tell me your name.”

 

“It’s Ayda,” I sigh, frustrated.

 

After a few seconds of silence, he asks, “Don’t you want to know mine?”

 

“Not really.”

 

“It’s Dare.”

 

“Of course it is. Gang name or general alias?”

 

His laugh rumbles through the wall. “Short for Derek.”

 

“Great. Nice to meet you. Going back to my show now that the porn sounds have stopped.”

 

“Jealousy is such an ugly emotion.”

 

Ugh! This man is so frustrating! “Go fuck yourself.”

 

“That’s your department, sweetheart. Your vibrator isn’t as quiet as you think it is.” Damn it. I never even thought about that. What kind of jerk points that out? “No reply to that one?” he asks, and I refuse to answer.

Pissed off and embarrassed, I press play and try to focus on my show. My mind keeps wandering and I catch myself trying to picture him in his room. Is he asleep? Stretched out in bed in boxers? Naked? My dirty mind just has to go there. He wasn’t far off earlier when he said I need to get laid.

 

Twenty minutes later, I give up and turn off the T.V. Just as I’m starting to doze I hear his voice. “Good night, Ayda.”

 

Asshole.