Page 55 of An Epic Voyage
Chapter Sixteen
Though Indigo knewshe was playing with fire, she’d miscalculated.As soon as Griffin’s lips touched hers, she wanted nothing more than to strip off his clothes, climb on top, and have her way with him.
Instead, she caught him before he toppled over, grabbing his shoulders and easing him to the couch.Man, he was heavy with all those bulging muscles.She couldn’t resist one last stroke of his biceps.
Indigo stood, feeling supremely guilty.She didn’t want to harm him, and her stunt might well have ended any trust they’d built.With one last wistful look, she removed the thin, transparent barrier from her lips that kept the sedative from drugging her too and tossed it in the trash.
She hated to knock him out, but there was only so much time to investigate the bunker.She wasn’t sure what she would do when he woke.Good thing she was an expert at improvising.
It would be so easy to forget her assignment and lose herself in Griffin Dean.Woo-boy, she was attracted to him.He exuded masculine appeal in looks, charm, and intelligence.She could spend hours talking with him.Indy had never felt such a potent attraction to anyone in her life.Why did it have to happen now?
Instead of exploring their chemistry, she reluctantly left him and resumed her search.
Job first.Always.
She searched the walls and found nothing, so she moved on to the floors.Maybe he had a built-in safe beneath the surface.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Dropping the edge of the rug, Indigo gasped and spun around with her weapon aimed at Griffin.He was also holding a gun on her.Holy cow, the sedative had worn off much too quickly.She should’ve kissed him longer.
“What the hell, Indigo?You’re working with Van Houten?”
She slowly stood, keeping her gun trained on him.“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He wiped a hand over his mouth.“Well, let’s start with you drugging me.Then we can discuss why you’re walking around with a SIG Sauer.”
She shrugged.“A woman can never be too safe.”
“Don’t be glib.We’re the only ones down here.”
“Maybe you have nefarious intentions.I need to be able to protect myself.”
“You never thought to mention you were packing a weapon—wait a minute.I searched your bags.How did you get it?From Van Houten?”
“Drop the Van Houten nonsense.I’m not working with him or for him.”
“How did you get the gun?”
