Beneath the Fallen City by Jamie A. Waters (most popular novels of all time txt) 📕

“Yeah. I’ve never seen anything like it before. It almost seems to change colors when you move past it.”

“That’s one of my favorites. I purchased it from Warig. One of his scavengers found it. I had to have it.”

“It’s beautiful.” Kayla took another sip, moving away to continue her exploration. She paused at a small, red button on the wall. Curious, she pressed it and a panel slid open. “You have another entrance to your private quarters through your office?” She looked inside. It would have been handy if she’d known about it the other day. All the stupid shit with Ramiro could have been avoided.

“Yes. It’s convenient, and I enjoy my privacy.”

Kayla remained at the doorway and glanced around the room. It was almost as neat as his office. There were a few personal touches, but not many. Based on his office and bedroom area, she figured he was a man who enjoyed simplicity and beauty. There was more extravagance in these two rooms than she’d seen in her life. It was just another reminder they were from two very different worlds.

Finished with her brief tour, Kayla turned around to face him. “So what did you want to talk to me about?”

“A few things.” He took the empty glass from her and refilled her drink before handing it back to her. “Mainly, I wanted to see how you were doing.”

Kayla sat down on the edge of his desk and twirled the scotch around, trying to figure him out. Perhaps it was paranoia, but she wasn’t used to such scrutiny. “What do you mean?”

“I know it was a difficult decision for you to join. I hope you’re not regretting it.”

“Nope, I don’t believe in regrets.”

“No?”

She took another sip. “It’s our mistakes that make us who we are.”

He regarded her for a long moment. “You continue to surprise me, Kayla.”

She shrugged. “I get that a lot. It’s not usually meant in a good way either.”

He laughed and refilled her glass again. Kayla eyed it skeptically. “I thought you warned me against drinking too much of this.”

“I did,” he admitted. “It definitely sneaks up on you. But I didn’t think you backed away from a challenge either.”

There was a mischievous glint in his eye, and she couldn’t help but smile in response. This playful side of him was appealing. “What are you up to, Carl?” He didn’t reply. Instead, he took a long drink and put his empty glass on the desk. Kayla laughed in delight. “All right then.”

She drank the scotch and put her empty glass on the desk next to his. He refilled the glasses and moved hers toward her.

Kayla watched him toss back his drink before she grinned and did the same, wincing slightly as the liquid burned her throat. She tapped her finger on the desk, indicating she wanted another one. She was beginning to understand what he meant about it sneaking up on you. A pleasant warmth filled her belly, and her limbs were feeling much more fluid.

“You’re right, you know,” she admitted after he poured another round.

“Oh?”

Feeling bolder than usual, she sauntered over to him. She ran her fingers up his chest and wound her arms around his neck. “I’ve never been known to back away from a challenge.”

Carl slipped his hands around her waist and raised an eyebrow at her. “I’ve noticed.”

“So is this why you lured me into your office?”

“In part.” He reached up to caress her face, his touch sending little shockwaves through her. “But I also wanted to talk to you.”

Talking seemed highly overrated. She was enjoying the euphoric sensation brought on by his touch. Letting her body mold to his, Kayla gave him a teasing smile. “I’m not in the mood to talk right now.”

Desire flashed in his eyes, but he shook his head as though trying to clear it. “I’m not, either, but I think it’s important.”

She trailed small kisses up his chest and smiled inwardly when she felt his grip tighten on her hips. The problem with this trader was he liked to talk too much. It seemed like every time she turned around, he tried to have another discussion. She could tell by his body’s response that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Carl needed to learn how to live in the moment.

“You know, OmniLab is investigating the issue with Ramiro. It’s likely they’ll remove him as a trader.”

“Mmhmm.” She ran her fingers along his arms, feeling him tremble when she lightly scratched him with her nails.

He took a ragged breath. “They need to know everything that happened.”

“That’s nice.” Kayla reached up and tugged out his ponytail. She’d wanted to see it loose for months. Running her fingers through his hair, she demanded, “I want you to kiss me.”

“Kayla, I don’t think you realize how irresistible you are.”

“Then show me.”

His mouth crushed hers as his tongue thrust forcefully into her mouth, sweeping against her own. When his hands slid upward from her hips to work their way under her shirt, she moaned in approval. He cupped her breast and rubbed his thumb against her nipple. It hardened in response, and she whimpered, wanting more.

With a curse, he broke their kiss. Resting his forehead against hers, Carl took a deep breath and groaned. “Kayla, I want you so badly right now. But not like this.”

She blinked up at him in confusion. Of all the things she expected, that wasn’t one of them. “Why not?”

“Because you’ve had too much to drink. I can’t take advantage of you like that. I think we should just talk.”

“Then let me take advantage of you,” she insisted and kissed his neck. “I want you, Carl.”

With a pained expression, he unwound her hands. “I know you think you do, but that’s the alcohol talking. Wait until you’re sober.”

A small giggle bubbled out of her. Go figure. A trader being noble. She touched the ends of his dark hair and decided she liked it much better down. In fact, she was hard-pressed to find something about him she didn’t like. Except for him wanting to talk. She could definitely do without the conversation. “I feel pretty good right now though.”

“I’m sure you do.”

Kayla frowned when he eased her into a chair, taking the seat beside her. He took her hand in his and began drawing small circles across her palm. “I’m worried about Ramiro, sweetheart. I don’t want him to hurt you. I need you to be honest with me and tell me what happened.”

She stared down at their entwined hands, remembering another time when someone else used to do the same thing. Her chest tightened, and she tried to push away the memories. “I told you already. That son of a bitch stole my damn data cube, and I got it back.”

He gave her an encouraging nod. “But you didn’t tell me how Pretz was involved.”

The sound of his name sliced through her heart. Guilt and loss rushed over her, and she took a ragged breath. Her emotions were too close to the surface, and she was having trouble keeping them in check. Kayla looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “I don’t talk about Pretz.”

“Why not?”

Because it was my fault! she wanted to scream. She blinked back tears, knowing she was responsible for what happened to him. Carl lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“What happened, Kayla?”

She felt her emotional walls crumble at the compassion in his eyes. With that one look, he was offering her a chance at redemption. She choked on a sob, unable to hold in the words. “It was my fault. He died because of me.”

There was a long pause. When he finally spoke, there was no judgment in his tone. Instead, his voice was gentle. “What do you mean?”

Kayla squeezed her eyes shut, remembering the weeks before he died. “Pretz wanted me to try to join Ramiro’s crew, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t like Ramiro. He and Vex were… cruel. Pretz said he treated all ruin rats like that, but he would treat me differently if I were part of the crew.”

They had argued about it. Pretz had the same hero-worship mentality as Lisia when it came to traders. He’d been blind to Ramiro’s faults and only saw the possibilities afforded by working for OmniLab. Even Pretz’s brother had warned him about Ramiro, but Pretz wouldn’t listen.

“Pretz was waiting for me above ground when I found the cube. He was thrilled when he saw it. He was sure Ramiro would make me an offer to join in exchange for the cube. I didn’t think it was a good idea, but Pretz called him anyway. Ramiro and Vex showed up and demanded the data cube.”

She hiccupped and rubbed her arms, wishing she could erase the painful memory. “Ramiro told Pretz women like me were only good for one thing and not worth joining a trader’s crew. He said if I played nice with him, though, he’d give me a finder’s fee and other special perks. When I told him no, he said since we were in his sector, he could take anything he wanted, including me. He grabbed me and pushed me to the ground and ripped my clothes. I fought him, but he’s a big bastard. Veridian tried to stop him, but Vex broke his arm and dislocated his shoulder.”

“Jesus, Kayla. How did you get away?”

“Pretz,” she said softly. “Ramiro was on top of me, and Pretz grabbed him and fought him off. He told us to run, so we did. Later that day, we heard that Pretz had an accident in the