Page 2 of Her Dragon Daddy Disaster
Asshole.
His grin grew wider at my command, however, and I felt my resistance fading.
“I’m glad you remember how I prefer to be addressed,” he said in an answering growl that warmed parts of me that I wanted to be frigid at that moment. “You always were such a good girl for me.”
“What was that last?” someone muttered into their com. I thought it might have been Rickle. If it were, he would pay.
“Sir, this is not a civilian area,” I said, gesturing for him to back up. “Please return to your tour group.Now.”
As I said the last word, my left hand slowly came up to rest on the butt of my taser, holstered on my off side. Despite his attitude, I doubted I would need my proper sidearm to deal with Levi.
Something burned deep in his eyes at that, and my fingers wavered. Training instinct warred with basic instinct.
Sex versus duty.
“It’s good to see you,” Levi rumbled, pausingjustshort of the barrier. “And on White House duty as well. Good for you.”
All my criticisms of the president’s refusal to shut the White House down to the public during a war disappeared at that instant as I was reminded of where Iwasn’t.
“I’d be on the President’s Detail by now if it weren’t for you!” I lashed out angrily, finally acknowledging that I remembered just fine who he wasandhow he’d left things off between us.
Levi’s cocksure attitude momentarily flickered as real confusion marred his handsome, macho-masculine features. “What do you mean?”
I bit my lip. Of course, he wouldn’t understand why it was his fault. He wouldn’t understand how much I’d changed since he’d left. How much my entirelifehad changed.
All because of him.
A partial admission of fault flickered somewhere deep inside me, but it was immediately extinguished by the anger of his absence. Of all the sleepless nights on my own. The lack of support.
Had he known?
That was the first timethatthought had entered my mind. Could Levi have somehowknownI was pregnant with his child? Maybe he hadn’t just left me but instead run away? Avoiding responsibility?
That certainly fit.
“Get back with your group,” I said, all business once more, my hand still on my taser. “This area is off-limits.”
Levi’s orange-brown eyes dropped to my hip, then slowly rose, taking their time over my breasts. I ignored it.
“You aren’treallygoing to tase me, are you?” he challenged playfully, taking a half-step forward.
He was almost in range.
“Cross the line, and I’ll do what I must,” I said, pointing at the velvet rope between us. “Don’t try me.”
Levi sighed playfully, eyes twinkling with unrestrained amusement. “You know, Sarah, that’snotthe type of electricity I remember being between us.”
I ignored the snickering over my radio, which was swiftly cut off by Hendricks.
“Detfield. Move him along. This is no time for getting a date. You’re on duty at the White House.”
That was Hendricks. All business. All the time. Sometimes it grated on me. Just then, I was beyond grateful.
“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to return to your group and keep moving,” I ground out.
“I’ll tell you what Idoremember,” Levi went on as if I hadn’t said a thing. “I remember the way your body would flinch when I touched it. The way your eyes rolled up in your head when I grabbed your waist and pulled you back against me. Or the way you moaned when I—”
“Enough!”I barked, stepping slightly forward, raising my other hand to try to get him to take me seriously.
