Page 15 of Seductive Secrets

She gasped quietly, trying not to distract him as she glanced in her side view mirror again. “It wasn’t my company!” she told him, firmly believing that.

“Yeah? So, why is someone following us?” he demanded, as he turned down a narrow alley.

Since she didn’t have an answer, she gripped the armrest as he took the corner so hard and so fast, she suspected that he went up on two wheels.

When they were on another straight street and his driving slowed a little, she muttered, “He’syourfriend!”

James had the audacity to chuckle and she looked up at him, suddenly realizing that he was enjoying this! He was actually having a good time trying to out-race some maniac through the streets of Baltimore!

“You’re nuts,” she grumbled.

He made a sharp, right turn, not responding as he focused on traffic and roads and turns. He was probably calculating centrifugal force, or whatever the force was that came into effect when a car made a sharp turn, but she was merely praying that they both survived the journey. Because if they did, she was going to get another one of those earth-shattering kisses!

Ten minutes later, he slowed down and nodded. “I think we’ve lost them,” he told her.

“Finally!” she grumbled and released her white-knuckle grip on the armrest. “Did you get a good look at the driver?”

“No. I was more focused on the color of the car and the cars in front of me. Did you?”

“Just that the driver had lighter hair. It might have been the man I saw at the hotel lobby, but I couldn’t swear to it.”

He entered the highway, but only drove for a mile or two before taking the next exit. He found a parking lot and parked. He took a deep breath and blew it out before turning to her. “You can’t go back to that hotel.”

“I know.”

“That means we need to find a place that doesn’t take credit cards. I’m sure they are tracking your cards.”

“And yours,” she replied, nodding her head in agreement. Then her smile brightened. “They don’t know about my guy though.”

James’s eyes narrowed and he felt an unexpected surge of jealousy. “Yourguy?” he asked, his voice ominously low. After the kiss they’d shared, he had pretty much tagged her as his. Not that she was a possession, but he wanted to experience what it would be like to have her in his arms, with all of her intense passion and focus on him as he made love to her. He wanted to know what she sounded like when she climaxed in his arms, what she felt like as she shook with her release. He wanted to know what she tasted like, what she liked and didn’t like as he touched her everywhere, explored her curves and found out what made her voice turn all silky and soft, like it had after that kiss.

She peered up at him through those startlingly long, dark lashes and his body tightened. So did his grip on the steering wheel.

The idea of another man touching her …no. Justno!

Angela was completely oblivious to his jealousy. She grinned up at him and waved her cell phone. “Dash!” she said. “Dash has resources that I don’t ever want to know about.” She laughed. “He’s a terrifying man.”

James relaxed. Dash. She thought of him as a brother. One of four men in her life that she wouldn’t consider a sexual partner.

He could handle that. He didn’t like the idea of Angela having any kind of feelings towards another man, but those four were in her life. If he wanted to be as well, and it was becoming increasingly clear that he did, then he’d have to accept them.

From what he’d seen last fall, they were good men. All of them had impressive capabilities, and if he needed a guy in his corner for a down and dirty fight, he’d definitely choose Dash Phillips.

“Fine. Call and see what he’d recommend.”

She blinked, obviously confused by his rough, abrupt tone, but she pressed a button, a speed dial for the man in question.

“Where are you?” Dash demanded as soon as he answered the call.

Angela looked around. “Not really sure. I think we’re still in Maryland, but I couldn’t tell you how far we are from Baltimore.”

“Are you safe?”

“Yes. For the moment.”

“You were obviously taking a circuitous route to wherever you are now. I’ve been tracking your phone. Tell me what happened.”

Angela drew breath to argue about Dash’s tactics, but then decided not to. Dash wouldn’t invade her privacy unless he thought it was necessary. And tonight, it had definitely been necessary.

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