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Authors: J. William Mitchell Mina Carter
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good excuse to why he was packing heat if it ever came down to someone questioning him. A bodyguard without a weapon was pretty much just cannon fodder.
However it also had its disadvantages and while he knew there were better choices for the top five in his head, the one main reason he didn’t enjoy his cover right now was that he didn’t get to have the beautiful woman on his arm tonight, acting like the dutiful wife.
Forty-seven?
God, he almost didn’t believe it but he noticed the fluster when she mentioned her age and something told him she was telling the truth. But no matter how old she was, age was just a number to him. It meant nothing as he watched in appreciation of just how beautiful she was.
The black halter neck sheath fitted her to perfection as the fabric hugged every curve of her delicious body. The high side slit gave teasing glimpses of a long flawless leg and a silky thigh which he could imagine wrapped around his waist. As she turned he was treated to the alluring display of a creamy expanse of skin. He noted the delicate bumps of her spine that curved enticingly down her back and tempted him to trace that trail with his fingers…or his mouth all the way down… He groaned as he watched her laugh at a joke a pompous looking diplomat had said to her. Hell even her laugh was sexy and his cock stirred in his pants. Shit. She had undergone the cosmetic procedure once again to make her look more human but he kind of missed her ridges.
He saw Drew’s hand slip to her lower back and he tried not to grit his teeth when he saw the loving looks exchanged between the two. A possessive streak had washed over him and as Drew gave her a quick kiss on the lips, he suddenly had the irrational urge to go over there and punch his partner in the face then turn Arita around and kiss her till she was breathless.
As if on cue, she turned into Drew’s hold, the bigger man’s arm curled around her waist protectively, and shot him a sexy look over her shoulder. It was the sort of look that smoldered and promised all at the same time.
His breath caught in his throat. His heart stuttered, then picked up the pace like a runaway drop-shuttle. In his pants, he was hot and hard in an instant, aching for her. He knew she was playing a role, but Jesus Christ he wanted her to look at him like that for real.
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted their principal approaching but damned if he could look away from Arita. He clamped his jaw tight as she turned to Drew, her lips practically brushing his ear as she whispered something. That should be him, those soft words whispered in his ear… But no way would he let her slip out of his hold like Drew was doing, turning to the woman who approached with appreciation in her eyes and a smile on her lips.
Serena Julian was quite the looker and the way the tight strapless dress she wore showed off her large albeit artificial charms, most men in the room wouldn’t be able to keep their eyes off her. Long flaming red hair, supermodel body and a sex kitten’s pout, most men would have agreed that she was the most attractive woman in the room. Not Jason. For him, Arita was more beautiful than she was. Serena Julian, with all the charms she had, did not capture his interest in the slightest.
Arita sidled away from Drew and his new conversation partner, wandering over to the buffet table. She didn’t eat, instead she took a glass of champagne and sipped at it as she turned. Her gaze swept the room, as though idly. Like a woman pretending not to be looking for someone in case her husband looked over. Smiling, he leaned against a pillar and waited.
Like the mouse that played when the cat was not looking, Jason absorbed the persona of his role like a method actor only better. He had to be since playing his cover perfectly meant life and death in his world.
He snatched a champagne glass from a passing tray and ambled towards Arita with one hand in his pocket and charmer’s smile on his
However it also had its disadvantages and while he knew there were better choices for the top five in his head, the one main reason he didn’t enjoy his cover right now was that he didn’t get to have the beautiful woman on his arm tonight, acting like the dutiful wife.
Forty-seven?
God, he almost didn’t believe it but he noticed the fluster when she mentioned her age and something told him she was telling the truth. But no matter how old she was, age was just a number to him. It meant nothing as he watched in appreciation of just how beautiful she was.
The black halter neck sheath fitted her to perfection as the fabric hugged every curve of her delicious body. The high side slit gave teasing glimpses of a long flawless leg and a silky thigh which he could imagine wrapped around his waist. As she turned he was treated to the alluring display of a creamy expanse of skin. He noted the delicate bumps of her spine that curved enticingly down her back and tempted him to trace that trail with his fingers…or his mouth all the way down… He groaned as he watched her laugh at a joke a pompous looking diplomat had said to her. Hell even her laugh was sexy and his cock stirred in his pants. Shit. She had undergone the cosmetic procedure once again to make her look more human but he kind of missed her ridges.
He saw Drew’s hand slip to her lower back and he tried not to grit his teeth when he saw the loving looks exchanged between the two. A possessive streak had washed over him and as Drew gave her a quick kiss on the lips, he suddenly had the irrational urge to go over there and punch his partner in the face then turn Arita around and kiss her till she was breathless.
As if on cue, she turned into Drew’s hold, the bigger man’s arm curled around her waist protectively, and shot him a sexy look over her shoulder. It was the sort of look that smoldered and promised all at the same time.
His breath caught in his throat. His heart stuttered, then picked up the pace like a runaway drop-shuttle. In his pants, he was hot and hard in an instant, aching for her. He knew she was playing a role, but Jesus Christ he wanted her to look at him like that for real.
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted their principal approaching but damned if he could look away from Arita. He clamped his jaw tight as she turned to Drew, her lips practically brushing his ear as she whispered something. That should be him, those soft words whispered in his ear… But no way would he let her slip out of his hold like Drew was doing, turning to the woman who approached with appreciation in her eyes and a smile on her lips.
Serena Julian was quite the looker and the way the tight strapless dress she wore showed off her large albeit artificial charms, most men in the room wouldn’t be able to keep their eyes off her. Long flaming red hair, supermodel body and a sex kitten’s pout, most men would have agreed that she was the most attractive woman in the room. Not Jason. For him, Arita was more beautiful than she was. Serena Julian, with all the charms she had, did not capture his interest in the slightest.
Arita sidled away from Drew and his new conversation partner, wandering over to the buffet table. She didn’t eat, instead she took a glass of champagne and sipped at it as she turned. Her gaze swept the room, as though idly. Like a woman pretending not to be looking for someone in case her husband looked over. Smiling, he leaned against a pillar and waited.
Like the mouse that played when the cat was not looking, Jason absorbed the persona of his role like a method actor only better. He had to be since playing his cover perfectly meant life and death in his world.
He snatched a champagne glass from a passing tray and ambled towards Arita with one hand in his pocket and charmer’s smile on his
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