Read Online A Man Like No Other by Aliyah Burke - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Aliyah Burke
Ads: Link
Tearing the bread, she made small
pieces and implanting the bug into one. The seagulls would get a feast.
But she couldn’t do it. Mainly because
Sean would expect that. Time for him to see the unpredictable Serefina.
“I’ll give you your bug back,” she
muttered irately.
Removing the bug from the bread, she
made sure it would adhere when she placed it and with a grin disposed of the
bread then climbed back into bed. Still, it wasn’t Sean who plagued the return
of her dreams. It was, again, SA Kysenzki, the man in the next room. Her alarm
woke her early and, after getting ready, headed downstairs. Outside, in the
predawn light, she spotted a familiar car and, without hesitation, went to it
and got in.
“Morning, dear. Is it too dangerous for
me to walk to breakfast?” she asked with barely concealed sarcasm as Taber
pulled away from the hotel.
Manoeuvring so she could see him easier,
she marvelled over his good looks yet again. He wore what he had last night,
there was a day’s growth on his face and she dug her nails into her palms to
keep from touching him. Beyond the handsome, sexy man, she spied exhaustion.
How she could be so sure she hadn’t a clue. But she knew.
“I want the truth, Serefina. All of it this time.” Taber drove away
from the hotel.
While he couldn’t put his finger on the
specifics, he knew there existed
something more between Serefina and Sean. He wanted to know. His jealousy
hovered close to the edge of no control. Serefina was his. He knew that much.
Just like he knew she’d be leaving early and had made sure to be waiting. When
she’d walked out of the hotel in a little coral halter dress and heels, he damn
near came apart.
Sex. Hot. Hard. And fast. The mental
images his thoughts created in his head had him near to bursting. Her shiny
black hair had bounced freely with each step she took and the moving wind. In
one hand, she carried a small purse.
“Truth about what?”
She shifted and crossed her legs,
bringing his attention to them and the memory of what they’d felt like wrapped
around him. With a mental curse, he focused on the road.
“Don’t believe me as dumb as Sebastian,
Serefina. I can read you and you’re hiding something.”
Serefina stiffened then relaxed.
“Everyone has secrets, Kysenzki.”
“Not when it comes to a case. Personal
feelings can ruin an op.” He stopped at a stop sign and faced her fully instead
of observing her in his peripheral view.
“Really?” she growled. “Can you sit
there and tell me each op isn’t just a bit personal? Honestly? Especially when you joined the DEA because of a
friend’s death. Don’t you dare presume to tell me I have to share secrets because it may be personal. I know
my job and unlike someone else in this car, I’ve not ruined an op.”
Before he could do anything, she jumped
out and slammed the door. Horns honked behind him but he didn’t move until she
had stepped onto the sidewalk. Then he drove on with reluctance.
Great
job, Taber. He couldn’t help it. There was neither rhyme nor reason for his
acting like a boor. But he itched to hit something when he thought of Sean and
Serefina having a past. Sean would be a
good start for a place to hit.
Circling the block, he parked down the
street from the restaurant and waited for all parties to arrive. He sat up
slightly when Serefina walked into view. Her beauty made him ache. Painfully.
He couldn’t explain what it was about her that had him so damn intoxicated. It
just was. Being in her presence soothed him.
The other two arrived and they sat down
at an outside table. Had he not been paying as close attention as he had to all
Serefina’s actions, he would have missed it. She never even looked at Sean when
she did it but he saw her put the device onto a square in his tweed newsboy cap
which sat between them on the table. He doubted Agent Kline—Rochelle—even
noticed. Serefina was good. Damn good. Hell, the only way he knew it was the
bug was
pieces and implanting the bug into one. The seagulls would get a feast.
But she couldn’t do it. Mainly because
Sean would expect that. Time for him to see the unpredictable Serefina.
“I’ll give you your bug back,” she
muttered irately.
Removing the bug from the bread, she
made sure it would adhere when she placed it and with a grin disposed of the
bread then climbed back into bed. Still, it wasn’t Sean who plagued the return
of her dreams. It was, again, SA Kysenzki, the man in the next room. Her alarm
woke her early and, after getting ready, headed downstairs. Outside, in the
predawn light, she spotted a familiar car and, without hesitation, went to it
and got in.
“Morning, dear. Is it too dangerous for
me to walk to breakfast?” she asked with barely concealed sarcasm as Taber
pulled away from the hotel.
Manoeuvring so she could see him easier,
she marvelled over his good looks yet again. He wore what he had last night,
there was a day’s growth on his face and she dug her nails into her palms to
keep from touching him. Beyond the handsome, sexy man, she spied exhaustion.
How she could be so sure she hadn’t a clue. But she knew.
“I want the truth, Serefina. All of it this time.” Taber drove away
from the hotel.
While he couldn’t put his finger on the
specifics, he knew there existed
something more between Serefina and Sean. He wanted to know. His jealousy
hovered close to the edge of no control. Serefina was his. He knew that much.
Just like he knew she’d be leaving early and had made sure to be waiting. When
she’d walked out of the hotel in a little coral halter dress and heels, he damn
near came apart.
Sex. Hot. Hard. And fast. The mental
images his thoughts created in his head had him near to bursting. Her shiny
black hair had bounced freely with each step she took and the moving wind. In
one hand, she carried a small purse.
“Truth about what?”
She shifted and crossed her legs,
bringing his attention to them and the memory of what they’d felt like wrapped
around him. With a mental curse, he focused on the road.
“Don’t believe me as dumb as Sebastian,
Serefina. I can read you and you’re hiding something.”
Serefina stiffened then relaxed.
“Everyone has secrets, Kysenzki.”
“Not when it comes to a case. Personal
feelings can ruin an op.” He stopped at a stop sign and faced her fully instead
of observing her in his peripheral view.
“Really?” she growled. “Can you sit
there and tell me each op isn’t just a bit personal? Honestly? Especially when you joined the DEA because of a
friend’s death. Don’t you dare presume to tell me I have to share secrets because it may be personal. I know
my job and unlike someone else in this car, I’ve not ruined an op.”
Before he could do anything, she jumped
out and slammed the door. Horns honked behind him but he didn’t move until she
had stepped onto the sidewalk. Then he drove on with reluctance.
Great
job, Taber. He couldn’t help it. There was neither rhyme nor reason for his
acting like a boor. But he itched to hit something when he thought of Sean and
Serefina having a past. Sean would be a
good start for a place to hit.
Circling the block, he parked down the
street from the restaurant and waited for all parties to arrive. He sat up
slightly when Serefina walked into view. Her beauty made him ache. Painfully.
He couldn’t explain what it was about her that had him so damn intoxicated. It
just was. Being in her presence soothed him.
The other two arrived and they sat down
at an outside table. Had he not been paying as close attention as he had to all
Serefina’s actions, he would have missed it. She never even looked at Sean when
she did it but he saw her put the device onto a square in his tweed newsboy cap
which sat between them on the table. He doubted Agent Kline—Rochelle—even
noticed. Serefina was good. Damn good. Hell, the only way he knew it was the
bug was
Similar Books
