Page 14 of Seductive Secrets

“Yes, he’s hot!” she whispered to the empty elevator. “But that’s no reason to lose control.” The elevator doors opened on her floor and she walked out, humming quietly to herself as she pulled the key card out of her purse. She was reaching to unlock the door when she noticed, for the second time today, that the door was ajar.

Heart pounding, she peered into the hotel room. Her previously carefully folded clothes and toiletries were scattered everywhere. The bed had even been tossed!

She turned on her heel and raced back down the hallway. She slammed the elevator call button and, thankfully, the elevator was still there so she was able to jump into it immediately. She pressed the button frantically in the ridiculous hope that multiple stabs of the “close” button would speed up the door closure. She’d seen too many movies where the victim jumped into an elevator and the doors closed too slowly, only to have the bad guy shove his hand in between the doors, causing them to open again.

This time, the doors closed completely and Angela stabbed the “Lobby” button, sighing with relief when the elevator smoothly shifted to a downward motion.

Her fingers clenched the rail on the elevator wall as she tried to get her breathing back under control. Unfortunately, Angela was painfully aware that she still wasn’t safe. Whoever had broken into her hotel room could be anywhere.

The doors opened to the lobby, but James was no longer in view. She had a sudden fear that perhaps the man who hadstopped James had been part of whatever was going on with the key and the missing people! Oh, and she couldn’t forget the mysterious blue powder!

Good grief, what the hell was going on?

Trying to slow her pace so she didn’t look frantic and, therefore, more conspicuous, Angela walked sedately through the lobby, looking around in the hopes of finding James. If her hotel room was broken into, then he wasn’t safe either. They’d been together all day.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t find him. She did see a man who seemed to be watching her. He didn’t look suspicious, but his eyes seemed to follow her as she pushed through the doors to the cool night air.

“James!” she called out, seeing him across the parking lot. He was just reaching for the door to his car but paused when he heard his name.

Because she felt that odd, frightening sensation wash over her again, the feeling that danger was lurking nearby, she practically ran over to him.

“Just go with it,” she whispered when she reached him. Then she shocked them both when she reached up and pulled his head down. She kissed him before she realized what she was doing. Even once she was aware, Angela should have been paying attention to the world around her, but she was kissing James! And oh, it was so much better than she’d thought it would be! His lips were warm and firm, his hands pulled her closer, molding her curves against his hard muscles. His hands roamed over her back as he pressed her against his car and then the kiss seemed to explode! They were both ravenous, their mouths moving over each other as if neither could get enough. She felt his hands clenching around her waist and his kneepressing between her legs. She shifted her body to feel more of his, needing him to move faster, to ease the building tension inside of her body.

A city bus drove by, the loud engine finally breaking through their lust. James lifted his head, still holding her close as they stared into each other’s eyes, their breathing heavy.

“What was that for?”

Angela’s mouth opened and closed, her eyes dropping down to his mouth, silently asking him for another kiss. But before he could do so, she remembered. “My hotel room,” she whispered.

His hands tightened around her waist, but he shook his head. “You’re not ready for that,” he told her. “I can feel it.”

She shivered, shocked that he was so intuitive. “You’re right, but…” she closed her eyes and rolled her hips against him. His body was still between her legs, his erection pressing perfectly against her core and she gasped when the movement of her body against that very impressive erection teased her need even higher.

“Don’t. Move!” he growled.

She froze, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. “Someone ransacked my hotel room,” she whispered, finally able to explain why she was here with him instead of tucked away in her hotel suite.

He sighed, resting his forehead against hers. “We need to get out of here.”

She nodded. “I think someone was watching me in the lobby too.”

He muttered a curse, then pulled away. “Get in!” he ordered, holding her steady as he moved away from his car.

Seconds later, he was driving down the street, away from the hotel. “What did the guy look like?” he asked, turning right, then left.

Angela peered into her side view mirror, trying to see if anyone was following them.

“Average looking. He had sandy-blond hair, wore a charcoal suit. Not an expensive one, but not a cheap one either. He was about as average as a person could be.”

James thought about that for a moment, his gaze sharp as he turned, backtracking while glancing in his rear view mirror. “I wonder if it’s the same person who went to Melissa Abernathy’s house recently.”

“I don’t know if there’s a way to find out. Where are you going?” she asked, feeling a bit dizzy as he made his way around the city.

“I was planning to head back to my place in Virginia, but if someone is following us, I don’t want to lead them back there. My housekeeper and stable hands all live on the property.” His jaw clenched but he kept his intense focus on maneuvering through the late evening traffic. “No way will I put them in danger.”

“Maybe it’s time we took this to the police?” she offered.

“With what? The fact that a friend and his fiancée are missing, he sent me a mysterious key to hold onto and a vial of blue something that we stole out of said friend’s apartment? A blue powder that is quite likely some new type of designer drug brought into the United States from a foreign country via shipments from Hazelton?”

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