to stay put. After a moment, the man stopped staring at her with such unsettling intensity. He rocked back on his heels, tilting his head with a bemused frown.
Hating to be at a disadvantage in any situation, irritation shook her temper loose.
Rising to her full five foot eight inches—with the help of her spiked heels, of course—Alex leveled a deceptively calm smile at him. She was sure the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Tell me, just where exactly should I be?” When she stood, his gaze fell to her scarlet blouse. Then lower to the gentle curve of feminine hips, and the bold slit in the material over her thigh. His eyes paused there on her skirt, then lowered to her toned calves and her racy shoes with unmistakable sexual interest. By the time his gaze lifted to hers again, she was the one fuming.
He, on the other hand, now appeared…fascinated.
With a much more inviting smile, he tipped his head to the side and regarded her with b latant, animal hunger, a long dormant conqueror rising up and roaring with an undeniable challenge in those beautiful, glittering eyes.
“Well, now,” he drawled, prowling forward. “I could think of a few places, like in my bed…for starters.”
He towered over her, his grin hungry. Alex’s 54
eyes narrowed dangerously, and her hands fisted at her sides until she made a conscious effort to sheath her claws. Perturbed, she ignored the swarm of butterflies his provocative comment—
and the warm glow in his eyes—had turned loose in her stomach.
The chilly disdain in her eyes dropped the temperature in the room to a near sub-arctic freeze, her tone covered six shades of pure ice. “I have a much better idea…”
His eyebrow lifted to a sexy angle, and he edged forward, as if in anticipation of her suggestion. Muttering beneath her breath, she opened her purse and turned away, drawing out a small notepad and a slim, gold pen. She took a moment to pen a brief, angry note to the absent Mr. Gunnarrson, before spinning on her heel to face his mechanic.
From the angle of his head, it wasn’t difficult to guess what he’d been checking out. Even now, he had difficulty lifting his gaze from her cleavage. Stifling a snort of disgusted disapproval, Alex stepped forward, her hand extended to him, a folded square of paper tucked between her slim fingers.
“Do me a favor and give this to your boss. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’re just gonna have to settle for one of the ah—the ladies out back. I’ve seen all I need to see, and I’m leaving.” Disappointment shadowed in his confused stare. Though she mumbled beneath her breath as she headed for the door, he couldn’t have missed a word. “I should have known better than to come here in the first place. I sit in here for damned near an hour, completely ignored, and the only person in this entire mausoleum that finally gets around to worrying about me is the mechanic.
The bloody mechanic .
And he
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propositions me! What the hell was I thinking?”
****
Dumbfounded, Cole stared at the door of the study as it closed with a resounding thud. He’d never experienced such a swift, all-consuming kick of attraction—attraction hell, it was pure, unadulterated lust—for a female before, and it left him off balance. Way off balance. The scent of her still lingered in the room, wrapping around his senses. His knees had gone weak, his breathing hitched awkwardly in his chest. Odin’s teeth, he was damned near drooling with need. He dragged a hand across the back of his neck, doing his level best to reassemble his scattered wits. For Loki’s sake, drooling? Drooling! He wasn’t some damned Werewolf, thank the gods.
It took him a full minute for her words to sink in, and a moment longer to remember the note in his hand. Whoever she was, she possessed the face of an angel, the body of a goddess, and one hell of a short fuse. His brow wrinkled. She hadn’t even batted an eyelash when he’d hit her
Hating to be at a disadvantage in any situation, irritation shook her temper loose.
Rising to her full five foot eight inches—with the help of her spiked heels, of course—Alex leveled a deceptively calm smile at him. She was sure the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Tell me, just where exactly should I be?” When she stood, his gaze fell to her scarlet blouse. Then lower to the gentle curve of feminine hips, and the bold slit in the material over her thigh. His eyes paused there on her skirt, then lowered to her toned calves and her racy shoes with unmistakable sexual interest. By the time his gaze lifted to hers again, she was the one fuming.
He, on the other hand, now appeared…fascinated.
With a much more inviting smile, he tipped his head to the side and regarded her with b latant, animal hunger, a long dormant conqueror rising up and roaring with an undeniable challenge in those beautiful, glittering eyes.
“Well, now,” he drawled, prowling forward. “I could think of a few places, like in my bed…for starters.”
He towered over her, his grin hungry. Alex’s 54
eyes narrowed dangerously, and her hands fisted at her sides until she made a conscious effort to sheath her claws. Perturbed, she ignored the swarm of butterflies his provocative comment—
and the warm glow in his eyes—had turned loose in her stomach.
The chilly disdain in her eyes dropped the temperature in the room to a near sub-arctic freeze, her tone covered six shades of pure ice. “I have a much better idea…”
His eyebrow lifted to a sexy angle, and he edged forward, as if in anticipation of her suggestion. Muttering beneath her breath, she opened her purse and turned away, drawing out a small notepad and a slim, gold pen. She took a moment to pen a brief, angry note to the absent Mr. Gunnarrson, before spinning on her heel to face his mechanic.
From the angle of his head, it wasn’t difficult to guess what he’d been checking out. Even now, he had difficulty lifting his gaze from her cleavage. Stifling a snort of disgusted disapproval, Alex stepped forward, her hand extended to him, a folded square of paper tucked between her slim fingers.
“Do me a favor and give this to your boss. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’re just gonna have to settle for one of the ah—the ladies out back. I’ve seen all I need to see, and I’m leaving.” Disappointment shadowed in his confused stare. Though she mumbled beneath her breath as she headed for the door, he couldn’t have missed a word. “I should have known better than to come here in the first place. I sit in here for damned near an hour, completely ignored, and the only person in this entire mausoleum that finally gets around to worrying about me is the mechanic.
The bloody mechanic .
And he
55
propositions me! What the hell was I thinking?”
****
Dumbfounded, Cole stared at the door of the study as it closed with a resounding thud. He’d never experienced such a swift, all-consuming kick of attraction—attraction hell, it was pure, unadulterated lust—for a female before, and it left him off balance. Way off balance. The scent of her still lingered in the room, wrapping around his senses. His knees had gone weak, his breathing hitched awkwardly in his chest. Odin’s teeth, he was damned near drooling with need. He dragged a hand across the back of his neck, doing his level best to reassemble his scattered wits. For Loki’s sake, drooling? Drooling! He wasn’t some damned Werewolf, thank the gods.
It took him a full minute for her words to sink in, and a moment longer to remember the note in his hand. Whoever she was, she possessed the face of an angel, the body of a goddess, and one hell of a short fuse. His brow wrinkled. She hadn’t even batted an eyelash when he’d hit her
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