Page 39 of Amethyst Flame
I was tempted to look over my shoulder to see if she was checking out someone behind me, but I knew I was the only one in here.
O-kay…
I sauntered over to the space station door. My ankle turned in the five-inch heel, and I stumbled to keep upright.
When I looked back up at her through the window, she wore a broad, appreciative smile.
I blushed as I smoothed the skirt of my dress and finished my approach.
And the space station doors whisked open. “Can I help you?” she asked. Rich, husky voice.
My nervous laugh was real. “I don’t know. Um…what do you do?”
Guys or girls, I suck at flirting.
The way ahead was now clear, and my moths made contact with the ones I’d sent with Dane. I found him sitting at a desk. Lines of stress accentuated his jaw. His mouth repeatedly made the soundless shapes ofcome on, come on, come onlike a prayer as the screen in front of him repeatedly denied him access.
With a twist of my wrist, I aborted the [map] command. No time for this huge place. And held up the flat of my hand, low, as if waving to the female guard, in the [enter] command.
“I’m a security specialist,” she told me. “What is your business here?”
My moths showed me that the screen in front of Dane cleared and gave him a cursor. He sat forward and immediately began typing.
“I’m working on a job with Dane.”
“Dressed like that?”
My mind raced. “I’m…supposed to be meeting a source for drinks at one of the resorts in town.”
Her blue eyes twinkled as she moved into the space between the open doors. “I like drinks.”
Clearly, she was into me, so I gave her my best sexy smile.
“What training did you have to get to do all the fun stuff?” she asked. “I have to sit in this box all day.”
While I stalled her, Dane worked. My moths signaled that he’d put some kind of drive into the computer. His fingers danced on the keyboard.
“I don’t know,” I told her. “I was recruited. I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’m an artist by training.”
“Latham,” one of the male guards said. “We’ve got to keep these doors closed.”
“Oh. Lucky you. Well, good luck…” She shifted her weight as if to step back into the alcove.
I had to keep those doors open. “I could ask Dane about it, though, if you want. And, um, maybe we could get together for that drink and talk about it.”
She shifted forward again, her mouth tugging into a smile. “Yeah, I want. That’d be great.”
How to keep this going? “You have a good face,” I blurted. “I like good bone structure. I could sketch you…if you want.”
“I want that too,” she drawled.
“Do you have a pencil and paper?”
Her eyes widened. “You mean now? I imagine it’d take all night.”
“Latham!” the male guard said.
Just then, Dane rounded a corner and strode toward us. Latham turned to see him.
