Taking Her For Granted (The Caribbean Rivalry Book 4)

by MK Moore

  Copyright

  Taking Her For Granted

  By MK Moore

  © MK Moore 2018 Flirty Filth Publishing.

  All Rights Reserved

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

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  Cover created by KL Fast

  Editor Melinda G @ MKB Edits

  For Morgan. Thanks for helping us get in the mood to write this series…

  Zoey Ryan is looking forward to a week of fun in the sun. Too bad there was some sort of mix-up.

  Grant Tolliver is Isla Nubia's chief of security. For the first time, he must detain someone. Too bad he is never going to release her.

  Can her Caribbean nightmare turn into her dream?

  Can his Caribbean dream be that easy?

  This is the final book in the Caribbean Rivalry series. It is a quick, sexy, and over the top read with all the insta-everything you can handle. Zoey and Grant aren't taking anything for granted anymore. Isla Nubia just got a little hotter. Better bring a fan or a margarita or two.

  Chapter One

  Zoey Ryan

  It’s official. My dream vacation has turned into a Caribbean nightmare. I am being detained in is the world’s messiest office. I am technically not restrained but locked in, which might be worse. Yep, world’s tiniest, messiest office in the world. I shudder. I cannot imagine how someone could work in here. Being in small spaces with nothing to occupy my mind is driving me out of my mind.

  I move around the massive oak desk, which the top of it is so full of garbage and papers that look like they are important. I tackle the garbage first because it is the easiest to decipher. The trashcan next to the desk is empty, making me wonder why the thirty empty coffee cups were not thrown out. The bag fills quickly and needs to be taken out of the can. Yes. There are at least six empty bags in the bottom, underneath the now full one.

  I work part-time at a hotel in Miami to earn money for textbooks. My four-year scholarship covers everything but books, which is weird because it got me a MacBook. Working in housekeeping I have seen some pretty disgusting shit, so this isn’t so bad. In addition to the coffee cups, there are candy wrappers and take out containers.

  If this is the office of the man who brought me in here, how does he stay so fit? Damn, he is hot. He lifted me over his shoulder, as if I weigh less than a feather, which is so not the case. I am a one-piece bathing suit kind of girl, ya know. I’m also the girl, who finishes what you don’t at a restaurant. Waste not and all that.

  While I am draped over his shoulder, he reaches around and spanks my ass. Spanks. Me. I have never been spanked before, but when he does it my body instantly reacts. It is surprising that he didn’t feel how wet my panties had gotten, while he carried me over his shoulder. I tried very hard not to let on how my body was reacting to him physically.

  Once I take care of the trash, I sit down behind the desk and organize the papers into two piles. Receipts for food and hotel memos, which is all there is in this pile of junk. He has stackable bins for papers on the corner of the desk, where I place each pile in one.

  Rooting around on the shelf behind me, I find furniture polish and a rag. It is doubtful that it has ever been used in here before. I dust the desk, shelf, and the coffee table, which is also full of trash. The little side table next to the couch is surprisingly clean, except for a half empty bottle of whiskey. Next, I tackle the very lived-on couch. Folding the blankets, sheets, and clothes, before I stack them neatly on the coffee table. The office could use a thorough vacuuming, but I don’t see one sitting anywhere.

  After looking around and making sure everything is in order, I sit on the couch and wait. And wait. And wait. All the while, the room is closing in on me. I wish I had my phone to at least get some reading done, while I wait. Finally, the lock clicks on the door and it opens. It is the ridiculously hot man, who walks back in and closes the door.

  “I am Grant Tolliver, the Chief Security Officer for Navarro International. Did you...Did you clean in here?”

  “Oh, yeah. Sorry. I have a Danny Tanner complex. Oh shit! You probably don’t know who that is. Plus, I also hate small spaces. You are a frickin’ pig. My name is Zoey Ryan. I think there was some sort of mix-up at the airport in Miami.” Oh God. Hot guys make me nervous as fuck. By the sounds of my rattling in my own ears, I would say he is giving my nerves a real workout. I rarely have the opportunity to talk to one and that includes being Natasha’s friend.

  Is it wise to call your jailer a pig? Probably not. I fret about it until he leans his head back and lets out a huge laugh. It goes all through my body making the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stick straight up.

  “Actually, I do know who Danny Tanner is. I have four younger sisters. We are a big Irish family.” He says.

  “Me too. Big Irish family, I mean. I have three younger brothers and one brother who is older.” I respond.

  He smiles at me. “Unfortunately, that is not why we are here. What were you doing using Destiny Walker’s passport?”

  “I have no idea who that is,” I say.

  “Are you a corporate spy for Mikhail Dobrev?” He asks.

  “No. Why would you ask me that? Mikhail is a good guy. He is fair and wouldn’t stoop to corporate espionage.” I notice his hands are clenched at his sides. “Are you going to hit me?” I blurt out.

  “God. No! What kind of men do you know? Hitting women is not acceptable. Ever. For any reason.” Oh. My. God. He is getting hotter by the second.

  Not all men think that way. My birth father was very abusive. Luckily, my mom got out of there as soon as she knew he was hurting me. Unfortunately, it went on for several years before she found out. He was very careful not to leave bruises. James, my older brother was ten and I was five. Thankfully, a few years later she married Seamus Ryan and he is one of the best men I know.

  “Sorry,” I say again.

  “I went through your things. You travel with some interesting items and I did locate your passport in your purse, Ms. Ryan.” Oh God. How mortifying. Travelling with a giant purple vibrator is probably not a good idea. In my own defense, I didn’t think my bags would get searched since it was a private plane.

  “Why are you asking if I am spying on you?” I say, while ignoring the fun fact about myself. What could I say? I am wound up and no man will do, until I find my forever? I’ll keep that close to the vest, because the way I am feeling I am about to throw that lifelong belief out the fuckin’ window.

  “You are friends with Natasha Dobrev. You know Mikhail Dobrev and you work for
a Navarro International Hotel.” He states the facts, almost as an accusation.

  “I do? The Bienvenido is a Navarro Hotel?” I question.

  “You didn’t know? I find that hard to believe. Don’t you look at your paycheck? New Hire paperwork?”

  “I have direct deposit and never look at it, I only spend the money. Also, I have only worked there for nine months. I signed all that stuff and threw the copies in my glove box, never looking at it. I needed the job and still do. This isn’t going to jeopardize that is it?” Do I really need it though? I hate school. I already know what I want out of life, and no amount of schooling is going to change that.

  “I know that. I pulled your employee records. You are an exemplary employee, which is why I cannot understand why you would do this.”

  “Are you fucking listening? I didn’t ‘do’ anything. There has been a mistake. This whole fucking day has been a mistake.” I let the exasperation out in my voice.

  “Too bad, I am not going to be able to let you go,” he says, while smiling. His smile should not be making me clench my thighs. Nor should I be thinking the filthy thoughts I am about this man, above me. But I am.

  Chapter Two

  Grant Tolliver

  I cannot believe it is her, but I would know that thick, sexy body anywhere. She has been haunting my dreams for the last six weeks. She is the girl I watched, dancing on the executive floor of the Bienvenido. Earbuds in and cleaning the hallway. She still managed to be thorough, while dancing like no one was watching. However, I was watching and memorizing her curves. Lost in her, until I had to go into the meeting I was there for.

  I distinctly remember the dancing, because her sensuous body gave me the first erection I’ve had since I caught my ex-wife fucking that stupid fuck. That was over six years ago. I thought she had broken me, not that I loved her. Now, I know that I was waiting for Zoey Ryan.

  She is twelve years younger than me but ask me if it will stop me from keeping her. I tried to find her after my meeting, but she was gone for the day. It took everything in me not to search the personnel records for her name and address. Looking back, I should have.

  I have never been more jealous, than when she was talking about Mikhail as if he hung the fucking moon. When she asked me if I was going to hit her, I almost growled. I dialed it back, because she looked scared. It was as if she’s been hit before. If I ever find out who hurt her, I will kill them. In this line of work, there is always somewhere to bury the body.

  “What?” Her quiet question brings me out of my memories. “I can’t go to jail. I’ll never make it in there.” She finishes, practically yelling at the top of her lungs. I have to stop myself from laughing.

  “Jail? Who said anything about jail, baby?” Her eyes pop up and lock with mine.

  “What did you mean? What is that fucking shit about not being able to let me go?” My sassy girl has a foul fucking mouth, same as me.

  “Just as I said, Zoey. I am not giving you back.”

  “Back to who? I just want to enjoy my vacation, before I have to go back home and clean up other people’s jizz.”

  “What?” I question.

  “I work in housekeeping, Mr. Tolliver and have seen it all. People are so disgusting. How do they manage to get jizz on the ceiling or lamp shades? God, when will I ever learn to keep my mouth shut?” She says, burying her head in her hands and moaning. Fuck. I have to adjust myself, before clearing my throat.

  “Please, call me Grant. That mouth of yours is refreshing.” She looks at me and licks her plump lips. Man, she is going to bring me to my knees.

  “Grant. I want to see Natasha. Is she okay? We didn’t do anything wrong, honest. Please let me see her.” She stands, while begging me prettily. I’d still rather hear her beg for my cock.

  “I am satisfied with your answers, Zoey. But, Ms. Dobrev is still behind closed doors with Mr. Navarro. I cannot interrupt them.” I respond to her request.

  Her eyes go wide and I move closer to her, while taking her hands in mine. I feel the same energy, as when I fireman carried her into my office. I shudder, and she gasps, while looking down at the floor. There is a frown I can see her face. Does she think I do not want her? That I do no want to fuck her until she can’t walk? I have to fix this, but first I want to reassure her about her friend. “Julian will not hurt her. I promise you.” I say, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

  “Can you really promise me something like that?”

  “I can one hundred percent promise that. Come on, I will get you set up in a room.”

  “A room? Not a cell?” Fuck, her laugh is infectious.

  “Yeah, a room.” Fuck, she is adorable.

  I lead her out of my suddenly clean office and down the hallway that connects to the lobby.

  I swear, I meant to take to her to the reception desk. And, I swear I had the best intentions. Instead, I go to the elevators and head up to the tenth floor. My apartment is one of the four that are there. It is the second door on the right and has an amazing view of the ocean and the pool. When I open the door, I hear her gasp.

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” she says taking in the mess, that is about a thousand times worse than my office.”

  “I didn’t bring you here to clean, I promise. I want you near me. Is that a crime?” I am laying it all out there because something tells me she wants me too.

  Her face softens as she rubs her hand on my forearm. “You don’t even know me, Grant. Because if you did, you would never have brought me here. How old are you?”

  “Thirty. Why?” I ask with curiosity.

  “I am just wondering how you made it to thirty without basic cleanliness skills. Didn’t your mama teach you anything?” The look on her face says, she believes if I was taught anything that I definitely didn’t pay attention.

  “No. She taught my sisters. She told me my wife would do these things and that I would keep her safe, like my father does.”

  “Of course, it was the same in my house. It seems that I am going to need to teach you a few things, while I am here. You are going to have a hard time finding a wife if you cannot help her out. Imagine, three wee babies and she is knee deep in your laundry. If it was me, I’d kick your fucking ass and throw you out.” She says, crossing her arms across her chest. All that does is draw my attention to her amazing tits.

  Now, she has me imagining her belly full of my babies. Fuck. That is an image I’ll not soon forget. I’d learn to do almost anything if it could be a reality.

  “What should we do first?” I ask.

  “You gather the laundry. Do you have a washer and dryer in here?”

  “Yes, but I’ve never used it. I may have to call down for laundry soap,” I say, getting a basket from the closet.

  “You do that.” She moves into the kitchen area and opens the cabinet under the sink. She pulls out trash bags and opens one. Her anger is evident in the way she shakes open the bag. I keep my laughter to myself and finish picking up the clothes. I really think some of these are clean, but they may as well be washed again.

  Chapter Three

  Zoey

  Men. I throw my hands up in exasperation and get to work. This feels very domestic and somehow being here with him feels right. But, like everything else I touch, I know that it will go belly up. I am the unluckiest Irish girl on the planet and I have had the last nineteen years to get used to it I haphazardly toss everything I see, such as questionable foods, garbage, and papers. The only thing any good in the fridge is the beer. Suddenly, I can’t take it anymore.

  “How the hell did you let this place get this bad?” I ask.

  He looks up at me from the pile of shit he is inspecting and shrugs. “I do not bring anyone up here, It is mainly used as a place to eat and shower. It’s never been an issue before.”

  “You don’t bring women up from downstairs? You know, chicks looking for a vacation fling?” As soon as I ask the question, I regret it. I do not want to know about
him and other women, because I am irrationally jealous about whatever he is about to say. This must be what going insane feels like. I’ve known this man for five hours and I am already envisioning a future with him.

  “No. I go to their rooms>” He says nonchalantly and goes back to his pile. I can feel the whiskey glass that I am holding slip through my wet fingers. My hands try to stop it, but instead it shatters on the floor. The glass is everywhere, causing me to spring into action to clean it up. Of course, I cut a huge chunk out of my hand between my thumb and index finger. The luck of the Irish, right there.

  “Shit!” I say, spinning around at the sink and turning the faucet on. Grant rushes over to me and grabs my wrist, pulling it out of the water. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to drop it. It slipped out of my hands and hit the floor.”

  “Don’t worry about it, baby. Are you okay?” I nod. That is the second time he’s called me baby.

  “I was just kidding, Zo. Though, I like where your head's at. I haven’t been with a woman in years.” He puts my hand back under the water.

  “So just men then?” I jokingly ask. His hands holding mine has an overwhelming feeling of comfort I have ever known.

  “Talk like that will get you another spanking.” He says, while running his hand across mine.

  “Promise?” Who am I right now? A shiver runs through me.

  “That is a motherfucking promise, Zo.”

  Zo. No one has ever called me that before, and I like it. I feel like his gaze is burning me alive.

  “I am ok now.” I say, turning the water off. He ducks down under the sink and returns with a first aid kit, which he sets on the counter. Before I know what’s happening, his lips are on mine for a brief moment. As far as a first kiss goes, I definitely want more.

  He lifts me up and sets me on the counter I just cleaned off. I can tell that his muscles have muscles, but how the hell does he manage to pick me up so easily? Out of habit, I had kicked my shoes off when we walked in. Unfortunately, I was barefoot in the glass and he pulls my foot up to look at it. When he is satisfied with what he finds on the one, he checks the other. I can’t help the moan that escapes me, when he rubs tight circles over my ankle.