He watched her from across the Top star Hotel bar, his attention enthralled every move of her. Her every nuance. The sultry beat of a slow song filtered through the smoke-filled bar, resonating thrum of awareness dancing through his body. She shifted in her chair, her baby-blue skirt riding high…exposing long, sexy legs.Legs he had love to have wrapped around his waist, her body massed close.How he reacted to his target, the woman he’d been following for couple of days now, came as a surprise. He didn’t usually find his work distracting. But a woman as such is capable of making a man forget that business and pleasure didn’t mix. She could make a man debate the merits of crossing the line to do things he might later regret. A line he had no plans of crossing.Anna Steve was sitted among a group of people, all there to congratulate her sister, Beatrice, for the success of the bar examination. His target’s sleek blond hair still in the prim-and-proper knot she wore at work. He was amaz
As her eyes lifted, her lips revealed a smile and a right dimple."Nice color," she said, examining her ruby red nail polish. She spread her legs, feeling incredibly turned on by something as stupid as a man noticing her toenail polish. If he was that detailed in his observations out of bed, well, she couldn't help but wonder what details he would handle in bed. She pulled on her thin blue dress and drew her knees together despite an incredible desire to just open them to this stranger. As a compliment to the intense scrutiny she had just endured from his alluring eyes, she could clearly feel the buildup of moisture on her panties. The man prepared it so quickly. She called that talent because no one had done that to her in a long, long time. So long that she had started to wonder if her sexuality switch was permanently off. He slowly inched forward, still kneeling, now close enough to lean down and touch her. She wanted it too. He reached out almost as much as he wanted to and felt
"I, uh, better go too," she said. "I have to work tomorrow." Jerome narrowed his gaze at her, knowing he couldn't let her go until he knew more about her. But there was a deeper reason, one that he felt on a personal level. He looked at his watch."Tomorrow is Saturday". "I have work to do." "Have a drink with me," he offered. "I'm only here at night. We won't stand a chance.The words lingered between them, true in more ways than she could imagine, heavy with the implications they carried. Her lashes fluttered, shielding her eyes from his gaze. I could almost feel her inner struggle. He almost enjoys his desire. "A drink," she finally agreed, fixing him with a red-hot gaze.A look that told her she could have more than one drink. And Lord help him, he wanted more. Tonight could only end in two ways. If she was on Pedro's payroll, he'd have her naked in two seconds. But unless she was working with Pedro, which he strongly suspected, she was going to take a long, cold shower.As she
You must use his testimony. This man, this agent, spent three years of his life undercover for this. He gave up everything to see Pedro fall.” “I don't have to do anything,” Anna insisted, pressing her palms flat on her desk and staring at Agent Jack. It's two days before the trial and you're telling me I can't even meet with this witness before he takes the stand.This is crazy.” she leaned back in her worn chair, the worn metal frame creaking. I'm many things, Agent Jack, but crazy isn't one of them. Unless you count how I've behaved in this bar in the past., weekend he added in silence.He moved to the edge of her chair, where he sat directly opposite her.They had argued for a good quarter of an hour. He had paced more times than a jumper. 'I told you,' 'it was a delicate operation, and although I'm in charge here, everyone on the task force agreed we should wait until the last minute. The longer Agent Sandro is inside, the less time he's a target and the more time we have to gathe
When she took a step towards the men, none of them moved. She had changed into dress pants and sensible boots, but she was still wearing heels. Man, would she like the dig one of them on the foot to get a reaction? She had never been treated this way before, and she planned to speak much later. Apparently she had the green light to enter the house alone.she looked from one man to the other. "You mean I don't need him to hold my hand?" The tanned watchdog answered. He knows you are here. She didn't ask how, didn't want to know. She just wanted to get the whole thing over with. Without another word, Anna grabbed the doorknob. The hinges squeaked as she opened it, almost as if warning the occupant of the house. "Hello? she yelled as she continued through a narrow door. No answer. Inside, she found herself in what appeared to be a living room. She quickly took in her surroundings, noting the sparse and rustic furnishings. A sofa, a chair and a table were the extension of the decora
"Not until you listen to me," he replied in a low, dangerous voice. "I'm not an angel, but I'm not an enemy either. I had no choice but to check it out before introducing myself. I trust my gut, not a file with your name and stats in it. Until I knew I had an idea of who you are, I didn't want to introduce myself." This bothered her, and some of her fear vanished. "How exactly did it convince you that you could trust me?" An icy one Tone chilled his words. "What happened between us shouldn't have happened. I didn't intend to love you, nor did I intend for you to love me. I am sorry? I should be, but I'm not. My only regret is that I left before we finished what we started. But that moment was bound to come anyway.”Call him for his audacity, Anna told herself, and demand an apology. She has to do that. As she should be outraged, appalled. Instead, Anna savored his seductive affirmation of a shared secret and remembered the bliss of his hands caressing her skin, seducing her until it
“Oh my God,” Anna whispered. "I did everything Agent Jack told me to do." And Jack had followed her to make sure she was not pursued.Someone had betrayed him, not that Jerome found that surprising. So he had an escape plan drawn up. And even that he only partially shared with Agent Jack, whom he trusted as much as anyone else. The truth was, he didn't trust anyone completely. After all, he hadn't seen her in three years.If he took her into the forest, he could take her to safety. He turned to Anna and put his hands on her shoulders; he fixed her in a steady stare. “How they found us doesn't matter. What matters is our safety. And as you can see, I'm not taking any chances.I plan ahead. I can get us out of here. She seemed to weigh his words, then said, "I know how to shoot a gun." "Why am I not surprised?" he said, thinking there wasn't much to this woman.He bent down, pulled a Wesson 35 flashlight from a holster around his ankle, and handed it to her. "Six bullets, one in the cha
Jerome put his hand on her arm to lend his support. The air was suddenly filled with the terrifying rattling sound of a rattlesnake. He cautioned her in a tone that was hoarse and strained, "Don't move, sweetheart." "You must not move." She mumbled "Oh god" under her breath as a rush of adrenaline coursed through her body, prompting her to flee the terrifying situation. She managed to keep her mouth shut. "In what location is it?"However, he did not respond verbally to my question. Jerome was able to draw and shoot his gun with remarkable dexterity and quickness. Her muscles tensed up in preparation for the snake's possible strike, in the event that it was unsuccessful. Instead, she discovered that she was encircled by his powerful arms, and he was running his palm over the back of her head. "It's finished. It has expired." Anna gave him a quick blink as the words registered in her mind, and then she immediately turned to look at the proof. Jerome activated the flashlight he had give