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figure . He went outside the
booth and looked around him. He could see no one overly suspicious considering
it was a train station at night. Kit reached into the outside photo bin and
pulled out the rapidly processed photos. He smiled as he looked at them. Stella
Rowallan was stunning. Pure passion and raw emotion as she took what was
offered and gave so much more back.
“Where are you going, princess?” Kit watched Stella storming
off in the opposite direction from where they needed to go.
“To the lockers.” Duh. Wasn’t that why they were there?
Though really, what was she doing with this man anymore? Other than she wanted
to see what this idol thing looked like she was good to go home and eat her ice
cream.
“The lockers are this way.” Kit pointed to lockers in the
distance in the opposite direction to her.
“I knew that…” Stella muttered to herself as she turned
around and stomped off in search of the lockers. Two teenagers whistled at
Stella’s bare legs and started to approach her. “Back off or die.” She hissed
evilly at them. They backed off quickly. Freaking men and sex. She turned and
looked at Kit Kincaid. Was he laughing? Stella narrowed her eyes at him. It was
partly his damn fault she was half naked.
Kit swallowed any residual laughter, knowing the lady was in
a bad mood and that he didn’t want to be parting ways with her so soon. The
word “keeper” kept coming into his mind when he thought about Stella Rowallan.
“Which one?” Stella stopped at the generic, grey lockers.
They all looked the same to her. It was weird to think one of them held a
sought after ancient artifact.
“E2,” Kit replied as he walked over to it. He pulled off his
shoes and pulled back the lining to retrieve the key.
“Oh, you’re kidding me? In your shoe? That’s the first place
the bad guys look.” Would James Bond be that obvious? Though the new Bond was
blond, so maybe it was a blond thing. But then thieves probably worked
differently from spies. Coming after sex in a photo booth it was all too
confusing to work out.
“What do you know about bad guys, princess?”
“I know you.” Kit was bad in sinfully rich and exciting way.
“But I’m a good guy.” Sure, he stole stuff, but he never
went out of his way to harm anyone.
Stella snorted in derision.
Kit looked at her thoughtfully. What was going on in her
mind? He had known her for barely moments but he was fascinated.
“Do you always get this stroppy after making love?”
“We did not make love. We had sex!” Stella yelled at him,
not caring who else heard. She wasn’t planning on seeing any of these night
time travelers again so what did she care?
Kit got it. He understood why Stella’s mood had changed so
quickly. His words about making love had thrown her completely off balance. But
it had been more than just sex to Kit. He found it interesting that one simple
word had made her so angry. He had a feeling Stella Rowallan was fighting a
whole lot of feelings inside her. However he knew by the look in her eyes, now
was not the time to get into a deep and meaningful discussion with a pissed off
woman.
“And I’m not stroppy.” Well, if she was, she had every right
to be. It had been a trying couple of hours for her, what with sex and
explosions and being butt naked.
“Sure you’re not.” Kit knew an excellent remedy for
frustration and anger and that was to have more sex. And he planned on doing so
with Ms Rowallan very soon. But that would be when she was calmer. There was no
point trying to hold on to a wildcat who did not want to be held.
“And we only had sex twice so you can hardly say ask if I ‘always’
get stroppy.” Damn man was not going to tell her how she felt.
“What about when I had my fingers inside you at the wedding
table? What was that?” Kit found it cute that a woman of the times could still
blush as Stella did.
“That was…” What was that? Most likely it was a prelude to
losing control and
booth and looked around him. He could see no one overly suspicious considering
it was a train station at night. Kit reached into the outside photo bin and
pulled out the rapidly processed photos. He smiled as he looked at them. Stella
Rowallan was stunning. Pure passion and raw emotion as she took what was
offered and gave so much more back.
“Where are you going, princess?” Kit watched Stella storming
off in the opposite direction from where they needed to go.
“To the lockers.” Duh. Wasn’t that why they were there?
Though really, what was she doing with this man anymore? Other than she wanted
to see what this idol thing looked like she was good to go home and eat her ice
cream.
“The lockers are this way.” Kit pointed to lockers in the
distance in the opposite direction to her.
“I knew that…” Stella muttered to herself as she turned
around and stomped off in search of the lockers. Two teenagers whistled at
Stella’s bare legs and started to approach her. “Back off or die.” She hissed
evilly at them. They backed off quickly. Freaking men and sex. She turned and
looked at Kit Kincaid. Was he laughing? Stella narrowed her eyes at him. It was
partly his damn fault she was half naked.
Kit swallowed any residual laughter, knowing the lady was in
a bad mood and that he didn’t want to be parting ways with her so soon. The
word “keeper” kept coming into his mind when he thought about Stella Rowallan.
“Which one?” Stella stopped at the generic, grey lockers.
They all looked the same to her. It was weird to think one of them held a
sought after ancient artifact.
“E2,” Kit replied as he walked over to it. He pulled off his
shoes and pulled back the lining to retrieve the key.
“Oh, you’re kidding me? In your shoe? That’s the first place
the bad guys look.” Would James Bond be that obvious? Though the new Bond was
blond, so maybe it was a blond thing. But then thieves probably worked
differently from spies. Coming after sex in a photo booth it was all too
confusing to work out.
“What do you know about bad guys, princess?”
“I know you.” Kit was bad in sinfully rich and exciting way.
“But I’m a good guy.” Sure, he stole stuff, but he never
went out of his way to harm anyone.
Stella snorted in derision.
Kit looked at her thoughtfully. What was going on in her
mind? He had known her for barely moments but he was fascinated.
“Do you always get this stroppy after making love?”
“We did not make love. We had sex!” Stella yelled at him,
not caring who else heard. She wasn’t planning on seeing any of these night
time travelers again so what did she care?
Kit got it. He understood why Stella’s mood had changed so
quickly. His words about making love had thrown her completely off balance. But
it had been more than just sex to Kit. He found it interesting that one simple
word had made her so angry. He had a feeling Stella Rowallan was fighting a
whole lot of feelings inside her. However he knew by the look in her eyes, now
was not the time to get into a deep and meaningful discussion with a pissed off
woman.
“And I’m not stroppy.” Well, if she was, she had every right
to be. It had been a trying couple of hours for her, what with sex and
explosions and being butt naked.
“Sure you’re not.” Kit knew an excellent remedy for
frustration and anger and that was to have more sex. And he planned on doing so
with Ms Rowallan very soon. But that would be when she was calmer. There was no
point trying to hold on to a wildcat who did not want to be held.
“And we only had sex twice so you can hardly say ask if I ‘always’
get stroppy.” Damn man was not going to tell her how she felt.
“What about when I had my fingers inside you at the wedding
table? What was that?” Kit found it cute that a woman of the times could still
blush as Stella did.
“That was…” What was that? Most likely it was a prelude to
losing control and
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