Page 9 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

“Don’t worry. If Boris wants a negotiator he can find someone else. Let me know what you find out about Phoebe.”

“Pretty name. And I bet she’s a pretty girl.”

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“Uh-huh! Bye, Donovan.”

“Bye, Sam.”

With a weary sigh Donovan turned off the phone, tossed it in the drawer and headed back to his room. But as he walked in he discovered Phoebe had started the fire. Looking across at the bed, he smiled at the sensuous sight. She was bathed in the glow from the flames, her long, auburn hair was splayed on the pillow, and he could easily imagine her voluptuous body beneath the covers. He wanted to strip off and climb in beside her, but he was desperate for a hot shower.

Moving into the bathroom and peeling off his dirty clothes, he stepped under the warm water and closed his eyes. As he soaped away the dirt and sponged the dried blood from the scrapes on his knuckles, he finally began to relax. Finally stepping from the stall, he stood in front of the mirror to study his injuries. Though they looked bad, he knew they were superficial and Phoebe had skillfully cleaned him up. Finally toweling off, he returned to the bedroom and padded across to the bed.

She appeared to be sound asleep, but as he slipped between the sheets she rolled over and snuggled next to him. Surprised and delighted to find her naked, he savored the feel of her skin against his, but the moment he closed his eyes he drifted away.

CHAPTER SIX

Curling against Donovan’s warm, muscled body, she recalled the moment when they had walked into his bedroom and he’d wrapped her into his arms. She’d never wanted the moment to end.

Now she was naked in his bed lying next to him.

Though she had considered a guest room, she’d hated the idea of being alone after the horrendous night. But as she’d slipped into his bed to wait for him, she knew there was more to it. She didn’t know whether it was the adrenalin rush, or some inexplicable attraction, but she wanted to be with him. Needed to be with him.

She’d tried to fight it.

She’d told herself she was being an idiot.

She knew nothing about him.

Just because he said the lodge belonged to him didn’t mean it was true. Maybe he’d been jumped because he was a conman and had ripped off the wrong people.

Now she was lying next to him and it felt absolutely right. At peace with her decision, she closed her eyes and drifted away…

She was in her car watching him being attacked by the two thugs. Though she was desperate to get out and run to help, the door was jammed. No matter how hard she pushed it refused to budge. She began to panic, then heard his voice from far away…

“Phoebe…Phoebe…wake up.”

Her eyes popped open.

He was staring down at her, a worried frown crossing his forehead.

“Donovan, thank God,” she panted breathlessly, “I was in my car and those two thugs were attacking you. But I was trapped. The door wouldn’t open.”

“It was just a dream and I’m fine,” he murmured, smoothing the hair from her face.

“Sorry.”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize. It was a terrifying ordeal. Come here,” he said softly, laying back down and holding her. “No-one can get to either of us here.”

Melting against him and taking a long, deep breath, she began to settle…until she felt his hardness pressing against her.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She’d never met anyone like him.

A man of mystery.

A man surrounded by danger.

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