Page 41 of Stealthy Seduction
She gulped. “Then why don’t you wear a disguise? Anybody can see you.” A thought struck her. “Unless…you’re already in disguise.”
He chuckled, low and deep. A familiar sound that made her picture his ruggedly handsome face…and how it looked when he shook apart inside her.
“You think this isn’t my real face? That I had plastic surgery to alter my appearance?”
“I’m talking to a dead man. Anything seems possible.”
He snorted. “That’s fair. But this is the real me.”
She started to fire another question at him, but at that moment, the car stopped.
She curled her fingers around the seat and held her breath, anticipating what was to come.
“You can take off the hood in a second. There’s a woman walking a dog.”
She tentatively moved a hand upward.
“Okay, all clear.”
She whipped it off, gasping for air as if she were suffocating under the hood, even though that wasn’t the case. She blinked at her surroundings.
The familiar street lined with a few shops—the small grocery, drugstore, coffee shop. The gray brick of her apartment building was steps away.
“What are we doing at my place?” She turned her head to meet Hudson’s gaze.
His eyes were warm. Bright. Maybe too bright to not mean something.
He reached up and gently smoothed a curl that had a mind of its own after being squashed by that hood. “If you’re reporting on the protest, you can’t just show up in the same outfit you wore yesterday, can you?”
Her lips popped open. She hadn’t thought of that.
His eyes took on a gleam. “Though I’m not sure the viewers would notice the difference between your three beige blouses and black pants.”
“You’re so cute.” She balled a fist and took aim at his arm, but he caught it, his warm hand enveloping hers.
He gave her a smoldering look. “You think I’m cute?”
She issued an exasperated sigh even as her insides clenched with desire. When he brought her hand up and skimmed her knuckles with his lips, need knifed straight to her pussy.
He released her. “Wait for me. I’ll come around and get you.”
His words impacted her, a reminder that she was in danger.
That a man had been killed right in front of her.
With her hand firmly clasped in Hudson’s, they entered her building. When he punched the security code into the keypad, she froze.
“How did you know the code?”
“It’s my business to know everything about you.”
A different brand of warmth, this one much higher up, spread through her.
He led her directly to her apartment door as if he’d been here a dozen times. Just when he thought he couldn’t shock her more, he pulled out her key.
“You stole that from my purse!”
He didn’t respond, just opened her door with an edge of caution that set her nerves humming. As he entered, he kept her behind the protective wall of his muscled body.
