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to herself. "You've been warned, he intoned. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. She released the intercom button with a shake of her head and realized her hair was still wet from the shower. Damn. She raced out of her office, intending to do a quick blow dry and pull on some shoes, and nearly ran into Raphael in the hallway. A little shriek of surprise came out before she could stop it. Raphael caught her with both hands, his cool fingers curling over her arms and gliding down to stroke her palms before finally letting go. "Raphael! she blurted out. I mean, Lord Raphael ... I thought you'd wait " "I did wait, Cyn. I grew tired of waiting. He turned and walked into her bedroom, past the jumble of sheets on her unmade bed, strolling over to the window to pull back the curtains and let in the night sky. She hurried after him. I still have to ... I mean you would probably be more comfortable " "I'm comfortable here. He turned to study her, his lids dropping over black eyes in a long, slow blink before he leaned forward, nearly touching her as he drew in a long breath. He smiled slightly. It's your shampoo." "What?" "Your shampoo. I detected a very faint scent the other night. You don't wear perfume. It's your shampoo." "Oh. Yes, I guess so. Cynthia tried to focus, but it was so hard with this incredibly sexy man okay, vampire standing there smelling her hair and smiling like he'd like to do a great deal more. He's a vampire, Cynthia! She sucked in a stabilizing breath and took two steps away from him, reminding herself she was a professional and this was her client. Give me a moment. She managed another step. I need to put on some shoes." He glanced down at her bare feet with their brightly polished toes, and then let his gaze travel lazily over her body and back to her face. She almost got down on her knees and begged him to fuck her right there. Just get it over with so she could become a rational human being again, a woman who ran her own affairs and her own life and didn't throw herself at the feet of any man. She felt the words pressing against the back of her throat and ran. * * * * When she returned, her hair was almost dry and she was wearing a pair of no- nonsense Frye boots with a sensible, solid heel that made her feel tough and in control. She faltered for the space of a breath when she came out of her walk-in closet to find Raphael still standing at the window. His broad shoulders were outlined in black against the moon spangled ocean beyond the glass, and she knew exactly how his eyes would look if he turned. She steeled herself against his natural seduction. He probably wasn't even aware of it, it was so much a part of who and what he was. "Lord Raphael, she said firmly, and then she tried again. I do think you'd be more com- fortable downstairs." "No. I like it here. He turned his head then, his eyes lingering over the tumbled bed before giving her a sidelong gaze. Don't you? Downstairs is your public space, Cyn. It is not you. This He gestured around him. This is your nest." She frowned. He was right, dammit. I didn't call you here well, I didn't call you here at all but it wasn't to discuss my housing arrangements, my lord, she began as she crossed to the window where he stood. I reviewed all of the footage from the day of the abduction. Based on what I found, I was either much more thorough than whoever you had doing it, or you have another mole in your organization." Raphael spun around gracefully, like a dancer on a stage. And what did you find, Cyn? he inquired. "Five bad guys came through the main gate that morning, my lord, but only three went out. If I'm right, you have two intruders who are no doubt infiltrated among your security staff. Most probably, they were already working for you and simply slipped away after helping their bud- dies get through the security at the gate. They were wearing masks, of course, so we can't identify them from the video, but I'd like to schedule the rest of the interviews with your human employees and try to weed them out. They're probably still feeding information to whoever paid them in the first place. As far as the abduction goes, they would know security was light [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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