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Authors: Shayla Black
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fear and hesitation, the crowd, and her stalker.
She didn’t doubt he could make a woman beg for anything, everything. If she wasn’t careful, didn’t keep her distance, she could quickly become another notch on his bedpost. Worse, he could open her psyche and expose all the hidden fantasies better left to the dark corners of her mind.
Time for a change of subject. “Thank you for getting me out of Lafayette. I would have panicked and run when the bullets started flying. On my own, I would never have been able to concoct this disguise and…distract him.”
“That’s my job, Morgan.”
“You didn’t have to do it.” Then, recalling the way his hands roamed her body in Alyssa’s bedroom, she shot him a suspicious look. “In fact, I think you did more than your job required.”
“Think what you want.” Jack’s smile told Morgan that her assertion amused him.
“I usually do.” She gritted her teeth, wishing she knew how to wipe that smile off his face. “Where are we going?”
“I’ve got a place. It’s safe. We can hide you there until we figure something out.”
The thought of being anywhere near Jack, even for just a few days rattled her. “Maybe I should rent a car and drive back to Houston. I’ve already imposed—”
“He’ll catch on quick and follow you, Morgan. This guy isn’t stupid. Psycho, but not stupid. You want to be safe or dead? Besides, it’ll be a good opportunity for you to learn about Dominance and submission. I can ensure you’ll sound like an expert on your show.”
“I think I get the picture.”
“Cher, you haven’t even scratched the surface.”
“I don’t need you touching me anymore.”
His smile could have melted butter. “You may not think you need it, but I know better. You need it every bit as much as you want it.”
Morgan’s jaw dropped. “You are one arrogant bastard.”
“You’re submissive, and I’m arrogant. See how well we’re getting to know each other already?”
His quip put her temper in a twist. “I am not— That’s it! Take me back to Lafayette.”
He sent her an amused glance. “Back to your friend’s car, the one your stalker probably has his pretty rifle trained on as we speak?”
She bit her lip. Damn it. Why did he have to be right?
“Or maybe I should drop you off at the police station,” he taunted. “They’re always so much help in stalker cases.”
Clenching her fists, Morgan said nothing, again knowing spoke the truth.
“Or maybe, you could hop a plane back to L.A. How long do you think it would be before he stopped shooting pictures and tried again to shoot you between the eyes? You got a death wish?”
“No.” Her voice vibrated with the anger she felt coursing through her body. “You got an off button for your mouth?”
Jack just smiled. “You’re too smart to want to face a killer more than your sexuality, Morgan. I’ll ask you the same question I asked before your stalker started shooting: What are you afraid of?”
“I’m not having this conversation with you.”
He shrugged, as if he didn’t care about her response one way or the other. “Fine. It’s your life. Am I taking you back to Lafayette or are you going to stay safe with me?”
God, she wanted to shock the bastard. Spit in his face and verbally cut off his balls by demanding he take her back to Brandon’s car so she could zoom back to Houston, far away from his challenging words and his wicked touch.
But once again, damn it, he was right. Putting herself back in the path of a killer because Jack pushed a few of her sexual buttons was flat stupid. She had no place safe to go, and despite Brandon’s suggestion, she was not calling Senator Ross. He wouldn’t lift a finger to help her.
“I’ll go with you,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Good girl. We’ve got a few hours to travel and it’s getting late. Try getting some sleep.”
Morgan wasn’t sure she could. Being that vulnerable around a man like Jack,
She didn’t doubt he could make a woman beg for anything, everything. If she wasn’t careful, didn’t keep her distance, she could quickly become another notch on his bedpost. Worse, he could open her psyche and expose all the hidden fantasies better left to the dark corners of her mind.
Time for a change of subject. “Thank you for getting me out of Lafayette. I would have panicked and run when the bullets started flying. On my own, I would never have been able to concoct this disguise and…distract him.”
“That’s my job, Morgan.”
“You didn’t have to do it.” Then, recalling the way his hands roamed her body in Alyssa’s bedroom, she shot him a suspicious look. “In fact, I think you did more than your job required.”
“Think what you want.” Jack’s smile told Morgan that her assertion amused him.
“I usually do.” She gritted her teeth, wishing she knew how to wipe that smile off his face. “Where are we going?”
“I’ve got a place. It’s safe. We can hide you there until we figure something out.”
The thought of being anywhere near Jack, even for just a few days rattled her. “Maybe I should rent a car and drive back to Houston. I’ve already imposed—”
“He’ll catch on quick and follow you, Morgan. This guy isn’t stupid. Psycho, but not stupid. You want to be safe or dead? Besides, it’ll be a good opportunity for you to learn about Dominance and submission. I can ensure you’ll sound like an expert on your show.”
“I think I get the picture.”
“Cher, you haven’t even scratched the surface.”
“I don’t need you touching me anymore.”
His smile could have melted butter. “You may not think you need it, but I know better. You need it every bit as much as you want it.”
Morgan’s jaw dropped. “You are one arrogant bastard.”
“You’re submissive, and I’m arrogant. See how well we’re getting to know each other already?”
His quip put her temper in a twist. “I am not— That’s it! Take me back to Lafayette.”
He sent her an amused glance. “Back to your friend’s car, the one your stalker probably has his pretty rifle trained on as we speak?”
She bit her lip. Damn it. Why did he have to be right?
“Or maybe I should drop you off at the police station,” he taunted. “They’re always so much help in stalker cases.”
Clenching her fists, Morgan said nothing, again knowing spoke the truth.
“Or maybe, you could hop a plane back to L.A. How long do you think it would be before he stopped shooting pictures and tried again to shoot you between the eyes? You got a death wish?”
“No.” Her voice vibrated with the anger she felt coursing through her body. “You got an off button for your mouth?”
Jack just smiled. “You’re too smart to want to face a killer more than your sexuality, Morgan. I’ll ask you the same question I asked before your stalker started shooting: What are you afraid of?”
“I’m not having this conversation with you.”
He shrugged, as if he didn’t care about her response one way or the other. “Fine. It’s your life. Am I taking you back to Lafayette or are you going to stay safe with me?”
God, she wanted to shock the bastard. Spit in his face and verbally cut off his balls by demanding he take her back to Brandon’s car so she could zoom back to Houston, far away from his challenging words and his wicked touch.
But once again, damn it, he was right. Putting herself back in the path of a killer because Jack pushed a few of her sexual buttons was flat stupid. She had no place safe to go, and despite Brandon’s suggestion, she was not calling Senator Ross. He wouldn’t lift a finger to help her.
“I’ll go with you,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Good girl. We’ve got a few hours to travel and it’s getting late. Try getting some sleep.”
Morgan wasn’t sure she could. Being that vulnerable around a man like Jack,
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