“I’m just a stranger you met tonight. Why would you help us?” she asked.

Brick didn’t miss the suspicion in her voice. He expected that kind of reaction. “I couldn’t just leave a beautiful woman in trouble all alone for the wolves to devour,” he said with a shrug.

That was exactly what the Black Dogs would do, if they got their filthy paws on her. They’d take a strong-willed woman like her and rip her to shreds. The thought made him angry. If she said she wanted to go her own way, he would’ve probably sent a prospect to tail her just to make sure they were both safe.

Good thing she agreed to come with him. Brick had no idea what he was doing, of course, but she and the kid were here now.

“I see. Would you like me to thank you for help now or…” Rose trailed off. Color appeared in her cheeks and neck.

Brick couldn’t help but grin. She understood the game after all. He neared her. She didn’t step away but firmly held his gaze, even if she had to crane her neck to do so. Rose was such a tiny little thing compared to him. He rested his hand on her cheek, pleased she leaned into it unconsciously. Then he released her, twirling one finger into one of her dark curls.

Her breathing hitched. Brick dipped his gaze lower, letting her see how hungry he was for her. He admired the swell of her generous breasts hidden under her bra. Her luscious curves and body, so ripe for the taking. Her nipples hardened just from one look. If he slipped his hand under her jeans and underwear, would he find her wet for him? Brick’s dick woke at that thought.

No. Brick peeled himself away from such temptations. He let go of her hair, although he still pictured her lying naked in his bed, her glorious hair spread out on his pillow and sheets.