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Authors: Carole Mortimer
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I’m here to drive you and your guest to the airport.”
How the fuck did Lucien Wynter know where he lived?
Strike that question, Lijah. Lucien Wynter is a powerful unstoppable force, and he will make it his business to know whatever the hell he wants to know.
And right now it seemed he wanted to know where Lijah lived.
“Wonderful,” he accepted disgustedly.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Smith? I can come back later if—”
“Just wait outside in the car, and we’ll join you in a minute.” He closed the door in the other man’s face before he had a chance to reply.
Great. Just fucking great. He invited Callie into his home for a few hours, and now the whole damned world and its chauffeur thought they were invited in too.
Not that he didn’t appreciate the ride. It would save him having to leave his own car at the airport. But it would have been nice to be consulted, asked, rather than having that arrogant bastard just assume—
Lucien Wynter was Dair’s cousin. What else did Lijah expect? No doubt the two men had talked on the telephone after Lijah spoke to Dair, and the two of them had decided on this one together.
“Lijah?”
He turned to glower across at Callie. The woman he had fully intended taking to bed just a few short minutes ago.
So maybe you should be thanking the chauffeur for the interruption rather than wanting to rip his head off his shoulders?
He never allowed a mission to become personal, couldn’t afford to do so when lives were at stake. He couldn’t let this one become personal either.
Any more personal than it already was, when it was Peter Morgan he was going to the States to find.
Fucking Peter’s daughter along the way was a bad idea on so many levels.
Lijah needed to keep his senses sharp, focused on the mission in hand, not have his judgment clouded by having a constant hard-on for Callie Morgan. Taking care of the problem in the shower hadn’t been enough, and he had no reason to suppose taking her to bed just the once would be enough either.
Which meant he shouldn’t be starting something if he wasn’t sure how to finish it. Because he would finish it. If his family wasn’t enough of a turnoff, then attachments were a definite no-no in his line of business. And he had a feeling Callie Morgan was the attachment sort of woman.
“Get your things together,” he instructed her abruptly.
“I— What about the food?” She looked totally bewildered by this sudden change of plans.
“I’ll throw it in the bin outside on our way out. Just get your stuff and let’s go.” Lijah always kept a bag packed and ready to go in the closet near the door. He never knew, day or night, when he would be called out to deal with one of the more private security issues handled by Grayson Security.
Today was no exception, despite the fact he had already been away for six days. He would merely swap one bag for another, and the laundry would just have to keep until he got back.
Hell, no wonder Dair had decided to go into semiretirement now he was married to Kat. This being interrupted mid-fuck was beyond frustrating.
Being with Callie 24/7 for the next few days was going to test and strain his self-control.
By the time the executive jet touched down at the private airfield some miles out from Washington itself, Callie felt as if she had been put through a wringer and back again.
Just this morning, she had still been in Cornwall, then spent the day in London, and now, with the five hours’ time difference and the ten-and-a-half-hour flight, she had arrived in Washington very late in the evening of the same day. She felt totally disoriented, as if she had been traveling for days instead of hours.
She had spent the whole of that plane journey alone in the luxurious cabin fitted out with plush leather armchairs and a bar, and being waited on by a very smiley and beautiful brunette who introduced herself as Judy.
A woman who made Callie very aware of the fact she had been wearing
How the fuck did Lucien Wynter know where he lived?
Strike that question, Lijah. Lucien Wynter is a powerful unstoppable force, and he will make it his business to know whatever the hell he wants to know.
And right now it seemed he wanted to know where Lijah lived.
“Wonderful,” he accepted disgustedly.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Smith? I can come back later if—”
“Just wait outside in the car, and we’ll join you in a minute.” He closed the door in the other man’s face before he had a chance to reply.
Great. Just fucking great. He invited Callie into his home for a few hours, and now the whole damned world and its chauffeur thought they were invited in too.
Not that he didn’t appreciate the ride. It would save him having to leave his own car at the airport. But it would have been nice to be consulted, asked, rather than having that arrogant bastard just assume—
Lucien Wynter was Dair’s cousin. What else did Lijah expect? No doubt the two men had talked on the telephone after Lijah spoke to Dair, and the two of them had decided on this one together.
“Lijah?”
He turned to glower across at Callie. The woman he had fully intended taking to bed just a few short minutes ago.
So maybe you should be thanking the chauffeur for the interruption rather than wanting to rip his head off his shoulders?
He never allowed a mission to become personal, couldn’t afford to do so when lives were at stake. He couldn’t let this one become personal either.
Any more personal than it already was, when it was Peter Morgan he was going to the States to find.
Fucking Peter’s daughter along the way was a bad idea on so many levels.
Lijah needed to keep his senses sharp, focused on the mission in hand, not have his judgment clouded by having a constant hard-on for Callie Morgan. Taking care of the problem in the shower hadn’t been enough, and he had no reason to suppose taking her to bed just the once would be enough either.
Which meant he shouldn’t be starting something if he wasn’t sure how to finish it. Because he would finish it. If his family wasn’t enough of a turnoff, then attachments were a definite no-no in his line of business. And he had a feeling Callie Morgan was the attachment sort of woman.
“Get your things together,” he instructed her abruptly.
“I— What about the food?” She looked totally bewildered by this sudden change of plans.
“I’ll throw it in the bin outside on our way out. Just get your stuff and let’s go.” Lijah always kept a bag packed and ready to go in the closet near the door. He never knew, day or night, when he would be called out to deal with one of the more private security issues handled by Grayson Security.
Today was no exception, despite the fact he had already been away for six days. He would merely swap one bag for another, and the laundry would just have to keep until he got back.
Hell, no wonder Dair had decided to go into semiretirement now he was married to Kat. This being interrupted mid-fuck was beyond frustrating.
Being with Callie 24/7 for the next few days was going to test and strain his self-control.
By the time the executive jet touched down at the private airfield some miles out from Washington itself, Callie felt as if she had been put through a wringer and back again.
Just this morning, she had still been in Cornwall, then spent the day in London, and now, with the five hours’ time difference and the ten-and-a-half-hour flight, she had arrived in Washington very late in the evening of the same day. She felt totally disoriented, as if she had been traveling for days instead of hours.
She had spent the whole of that plane journey alone in the luxurious cabin fitted out with plush leather armchairs and a bar, and being waited on by a very smiley and beautiful brunette who introduced herself as Judy.
A woman who made Callie very aware of the fact she had been wearing
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