Page 12 of Undercover Billionaire

"I'm terribly sorry for bothering you, miss." The man had a nasal voice and an uncertain tone, as if he were embarrassed by the simple art of talking. He stood only an inch or two taller than her petite frame, friendly enough, and more than safe. "I know it's early, and I’m not even sure I have the right place."

Kaitlyn softened. “Who are you looking for? Maybe I can lead you to your destination.”

"Well, I think I’m supposed to help you."

A sudden movement caught Kaitlyn's attention. A very determined Drake hovered at the room's edge, his eyes blazing. Then he was coming towards her, faster and faster. "Drake, what are you–"

Before she could finish the question, he replied.

It was not a verbal response.

Drake captured her lips – and her. She froze for a second’s sliver before surrendering to the passion-filled haze, captive to his sensual administrations. He caressed her, soft and gentle, tenderly coaxing her to respond. She could do nothing but answer his call, matching his motions, parrying a sensual duel.

The kiss deepened, as passion replaced sweetness, sensuality joined tenderness. Excitement and heat sizzled as electricity passed between them, chemistry pure and simple, undeniable and unbreakable. He had initiated the kiss, but she now returned it, bolding probing his mouth. They became closer yet as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her softness into the solid rock of his chest, in power andpossession.

Somewhere deep within her, a small part of her mind still functioned. This man had somehow enraptured her. Any other woman would fall, but she would not. She would demand answers, order an explanation.

As soon as she was done with the kiss.

No.She must regain her senses and her control. Yet wondrous sensations bombarded her, commanding her to continue, to savor this man. She tapped into the last of her control, and with all her strength, drew back. Immediately a void assailed her, a coldness like midnight winter in the Arctic wilderness. She touched sensitive fingers to swollen lips as her conqueror drew back. Although he initiated the kiss, he appeared as surprised as she felt.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, silent save for shallow breathing and rapidly beating hearts. The doorway was empty, her diminutive visitor no longer in sight. Not that she blamed him for leaving, mustering only passing curiosity regarding his identity and purpose. She wouldn’t chase him down, not when she had a much more commanding issue with which to deal.

Her voice breathless, she spoke first, "What in the world was that?"

Drake stood still, his expression stoic and pensive. A second later a mischievous gleam lit. "Wasn’t that your cousin?"

She stared. "Did that look like a Cynthia?"

He tapped his chin, nodded. "Come to think of it, he did look a little like a Cynthia."

Seriously?She should demand an immediate explanation, challenge why he did it and how he affected her. But unfortunately, most of all, she wanted another kiss. Another and another and another.

She shook her head, clearing thoughts clouded by passion. This was the trouble she got for letting a man like Drake into her home. "I assure you, that was not Cynthia."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes."

"Like one hundred percent sure?"

"Um… yeah."

"How?"

"Because Cynthia is a woman."

Drake shrugged. "Good point."

Good point? Good point!?

This was going to be a very long week.

"Can you remember all that?"Kaitlyn asked a few hours later, her voice tinged with doubt. She’d thrown half a lifetime’s worth of information at her unlikely savior, more than anyone could learn in a month, much less a day. Hopefully he would recall enough to convincingly play the role.

"I think I’ve got it," Drake replied with his typical confidence. “You’ve lived a full life."

Yes, she had. Yet for the first time, something seemed missing. “I don’t have everything.” She clamped her lips shut. Where had that come from? "My life is great." She tore her gaze away. "Perfect."

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