Page 60 of Dangerous Passion

His cock pulsed hopefully. Maybe now…

“I’m glad you—“ she began, then her eyes opened, fixed on something over his shoulder. “Oh! Just look at that!”

Drake stiffened, ready to push her to the floor and whirl to face a new danger, when he saw her face. Relaxed. Smiling. Whatever it was she was seeing, it wasn’t a danger to them. He followed her gaze, turning his head.

Snow.

Night had fallen while he’d held her in his arms. He hadn’t thought to pull the curtains and the entire wall showed a night-time Manhattan skyline softened by falling snow.

He factored that into the equation of how to make the next few days work. Snow made everything slower. People arrived later for work, some didn’t arrive at all. His master forger, Yannick Zigo, was scheduled to deliver new passports tomorrow, together with backup documents. He traveled from upstate New York. If there was a big snowstorm, he wouldn’t venture out. He often complained that his bones were too brittle for bad weather.

Grace rolled off Drake’s lap and walked towards the windows, keeping well back from the window itself. Drake watched her every step of the way, admiring the look of her naked back, the slim line of her glowing in the penumbra, that glorious multicolored hair that fell past her shoulders swaying gently with each step. She’d only just left him and his hands already missed her, missed the soft skin, the deep indentation of her waist, missed cupping her breasts and touching her where she was soft and wet just for him.

He stood up and followed, like a chunk of iron to a lodestone.

She’d stopped halfway to the window, watching out the window, a half smile on her face.

Drake put his arm around her waist.

“You can go right up to the window, you know. The outside is coated with a strong reflective surface.” Not to mention a thick polycarbonate film. “There is absolutely no chance of anyone seeing you. None.”

“No one can see me?” Her head whipped up to him so fast a fall of hair lashed across his chest. She blinked. “Are you sure?”

“Come with me.” He tucked a lock of shiny hair behind her ear and walked forward, his arm around her waist. After a second’s hesitation, she followed his lead.

He walked her right up to the window, inches from the pane. The lights behind them were low, the ambient light outside brighter. They had all Manhattan before them.

Drake placed himself right behind her, left hand holding her breast, the other arm angled downwards, cupping her. He felt her tremble once as his fingers touched the soft labia, then settle against him.

“Look out across the street. What do you see?”

“A—a building,” she said hesitantly. He could feel her heartbeat against his hand, quickening at his touch. “A few stories taller than this one.”

“Uh huh. Now look carefully at the windows of that building. They’re reflective, too.”

She nestled the back of her head against his shoulder. “I don’t see what you?—“

And then she saw it.

The entire building across the street had lightly reflective windows. Drake’s building didn’t, except for the top floor. Mirrored across the street, he could see a number of offices still open in his building, people moving around, a cleaning crew in one, a late evening meeting in another,twenty people around a long oval desk. The traffic of a busy commercial building.

Except on the top floor, his. Nothing was visible of what was inside. The top floor was like one long mirror. You couldn’t even see if the lights were on or off.

“See?” he said softly into her ear. “You’re completely invisible.”

They were so close to the floor to ceiling window that he could feel the cold coming off it. “Are you cold?” he asked? “Do you want your clothes? Or a robe?”

She shook her hair, soft, warm waves of it swishing across his chest. “No, how can I be cold with you at my back? You’re like a furnace. And it’s sort of … exciting to look out over the city at a window like this and know that no one can see me.”

“Except me,” he growled in her ear.

It was true. They were lightly reflected against the window, the merest ghosts of themselves. She was like a slim line against his breadth, pale skin glowing against his darker tones.

In the window, she smiled, eyes on his. “Except you,” she agreed warmly. Then her gaze shifted to the scene outside.

The snow was still relatively light, just small icy flakes so light the wind sometimes blew them up. Every once in a while the snow fell in soft drifts. Drake had no idea what the weather forecast was, which was just one more sign of how out of sync his life was at the moment. Healwaysknew the weather forecast. It was an integral part of him, to know what the weather would be, what the Dow Jones was doing, to be one of the first to know of any shifts in the geopolitical situation, to know where his men were at all times. To be taken by surprise by snow was unheard of.

Many a time his life had depended on whether it would rain or snow.

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