Wicked Heat

  Maybe that’s when I recognised her expression, the one that wasn’t fear or shock or anger, or any of the other emotions I’d expected when I’d first stepped inside.

  No. What I saw in her face was unconcealed awe.

  Not the reaction I normally got. People were either afraid of me or they loathed me. But not this green-eyed virginal Princess. She looked at me like I was the second coming of Christ.

  For some reason, my cock liked that very much indeed.

  Fuck. That was all I needed. Desire wasn’t supposed to be part of this plan and I didn’t want it to be. The goal was protecting my city and my brothers, not screwing a wide-eyed little ingénue.

  Ignoring my disreputable dick, I gave her the stare I usually gave to those who thought they could argue with my decisions. ‘Okay, here’s the deal,’ I began. ‘You’re going to need to—’

  ‘Why are you here?’

  I blinked at her interruption. Another thing that people knew better than to do. ‘What?’

  ‘I mean, why are you here? In the women’s bathroom?’

  ‘Well, I—’

  ‘You do know it’s the women’s bathroom, don’t you?’

  ‘Yeah, I know it’s the—’

  ‘Are you here for me?’

  I gritted my teeth. ‘You’re going to have to stop interrupting me.’

  A line appeared between her pale silky brows, the electric energy of her intensifying somehow. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just really need to know.’

  Hell, what was I doing, standing here letting her pepper me with pointless questions? I was supposed to be kidnapping her, for fuck’s sake.

  ‘Yeah,’ I growled, taking another step closer, looming over her, hoping she’d get the idea she was supposed to be scared and not keep looking at me like I was Captain fucking America. ‘I’m here for you.’

  Her eyes glowed even more and she’d gone even pinker, as if I was the man of her dreams and I’d just asked her out.

  ‘Don’t look so fucking pleased,’ I said harshly. ‘I’m not asking you to dance. I’m here to kidnap you.’

  That gorgeous mouth of hers dropped open. ‘Kidnap me?’ she echoed, looking astonished. Then, before I could speak, she grinned. ‘Oh, my God, that’s excellent!’

  Copyright © 2019 by Jackie Ashenden

  ISBN-13: 9781488048593

  Wicked Heat

  Copyright © 2019 by Denise Tompkins

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