Page 102 of Seducer

“No, I did not. I was concerned about saving you first and foremost. There are some unknown forces at work. But they won’t get to you behind these walls.”

Confusion wrapped around my mind. “An enemy of yours?”

“I don’t think the attempt on your life had anything to do with me. But I think you have an idea of who it might be. Your car was tampered with the other night.” Zach sounded frustrated. Well, so was I.

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to worry you in case the reason was about me or my company.”

“Were you outside my apartment tonight?” I kept throwing questions at him, but I had to learn the truth.

“I had a meeting, so the answer is no.”

“Someone was there. Just like I knew they were following me earlier.”

I could feel him bristling. “Also not me.”

I took several shallow breaths, keeping my head lolled to the side until I was able to focus. The room wasn’t entirely dark, a single warm glow forcing me to wince. I expected to find myself locked away in a cage. Yet softness enshrouded me, warmth coming from something covering me. I slid my arm down by a few inches, attempting to understand what I was feeling.

Sheets.

Soft sheets.

I cinched my eyes shut, trying to drown out the ugly nagging in my mind.

“But as I asked before. You suspect who might be stalking you, don’t you, Sara?”

Sitting all the way up, I opened my eyes again, holding my breath the moment I captured the intensity of his expression.

Him.

My seducer.

A slight rustling brought another moan.

He was incredible, a vision of inexplicable masculinity. He was a god of men. So tall. So broad.

Every feature aristocratic, every muscle carved from the finest granite. He personified all things powerful and dominating, the attraction to the man undeniable.

Even though I’d fought the lingering desire.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” But I did. My instincts screamed all the hiding I’d done in ten years had ended.

“Then as I said before, we’ll talk later.” The statement had an ominous quality, as if he knew something I didn’t know.

As if he would indeed spill blood to keep me safe.

“Why continue the game if that’s what this is? I thought I wouldn’t qualify. I can’t play Dark Nights. At least not well.” I laughed bitterly.

“It’s not all about conquering the game, Sara. Besides, receiving an invitation is what you wanted. Had I known this was going to happen, that would have been put on hold.”

“You selected me early on. You knew what I hungered for. How?”

His laugh sent another wave of vibrations all the way to my toes. “You are correct and I felt it as you feel me when we’re close. It’s as simple as that.”

He placed his hands on either side of me, leaning over. There was something so enthralling about seeing his face, eyes that bored into mine. He was truly beautiful in every way, the dark cloak of anonymity no longer keeping him hidden from the world.

The game had been played and I’d lost.

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