Page 10 of Amethyst Flame
“Food would be good.”
The long walk back to our room passed in a blink. I left him to order whatever he thought would be yummy and dove into the bathroom to shower and debate what I was going to wear when I came out. I had a lacy cami and short-shorts combo, and I had a t-shirt that hit just under my butt, but overall made me look snuggle-able.
The steam on the mirrors had evaporated by the time I emerged.
My boobs looked hot, and just a hint of ass cheek was visible from the back. My hair was wet and slicked back, and I carried a hand towel to squeeze the water from my locks. Maybe not quite a match for my EldWitch avatar, but it was all me, in the flesh.
Jacob, who seemed to have been mid-movement, froze and stared.
Too much?Well, too late now. “How long did room service say?”
“They said they’d be pretty,” he told me.
I rubbed the towel on my hair. “They’d be pretty what?”
“You’re pretty, I mean.”
“Oh.” I dropped the towel on the end of the bed and went over to stand in front of him.
He kept staring, unblinking and unbreathing, as I approached. Which was so cute that I rose on tiptoe and kissed him on the mouth—a slow peck, really. But it seemed to break through his brain fog because his hands went into my hair, and he was suddenly kissing me back, deep and wet and sloppy. My hands went under his shirt and stroked up his back. Which inspired him to drop one of his hands tomylower back. And then lower.
The cami-shorts set for the win.
A knock on the door broke us apart. We stood panting and senseless for a moment, and then the knock pounded again. Harder.
“That was fast,” I said.
“Yeah,” he answered. “I’ll get it. You…stay back.”
I picked up the towel to cover my cleavage and retreated a bit to give space for the wheelie cart.
Jacob opened the door, and then he too backed a few paces.
Standing on the threshold, stormy fury in his gray eyes, was none other than Raymon Dane.
CHAPTERTHREE
Oooooh,shit. My good-time vibe withered like a black butterfly into ash.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Dane seethed as he barged forward, that furious gaze locked on me.
Jacob blustered back. “Who the fu—? Get out of my room!”
There’d been a time in my life when I would’ve been psyched to have men fighting over me. Tonight was not it.
Wedging my shoulder in front of Jacob, I elbowed him behind me. “Stop right there, Dane. Vegas is the one place on Earth where there are as many cameras watching you as me”—I gave him an equally hard stare so he knew I knew about all his spying—“so don’t eventhink aboutkidnapping me again.”
Jacob turned to me, hooking his thumb over his shoulder at Dane. “Thisis the guy who kidnapped you?” Jacob had met Dane’s minions when they’d taken him in for questioning five months ago.
“Yeah. Told you he was obnoxious.”
Dane sputtered. “Nowyou think about cameras?” Ire darkened the swarthy skin over his hard-edged cheekbones. If he had molecular robots, they’d be smoking out of his ears in cartoon curls.
I gave an eloquent shrug of one mostly bare shoulder. Just in case a cute cami-short set worked on pissed-off super secret agent men too. “Nobody watching those feeds at the show will know what they were looking at.” Then I had to add in full honesty, “Except you, Dane.”
“I know you’re reckless, Ms. Taylor, but you’re not ignorant.” Dane jerked his chin at Jacob. “And you, Mr. Aaron. Age twenty-four. Resident of San Francisco. Currently not employed and unlikely to be paying for a ‘girls’ wild weekend’ in Las Vegas via legitimate means. For someone with such an impressive technical skill set, I cannot fathom why you would expose both the tech and Ms. Taylor to such scrutiny. Toanyscrutiny. Especially after you claimed not to know anything about any of this.” Dane turned back to me. “Just like you told me the hive had burned out of you.”
I gave him an incredulous look. “Well, I was lying. Which obviously you suspected because I know you rigged the Desert Freeze.”
