A Dangerously Sexy Christmas. Stefanie London
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You’re never going to sleep now. You may as well have a little company...
Rose frowned in the darkness. She ached for comfort, for strong arms around her. She was sick of going to bed solo every night. Sure, she knew how to take care of her own pleasure...but it wasn’t the same. Max was gorgeous and he was right here. It wouldn’t be so bad to indulge, would it? One night to take the edge off her loneliness.
She’d never admit it, but she needed Max now...in more ways than one. What if the people chasing her couldn’t find what they wanted and they decided to kill her?
Did she really want to die alone?
Rose turned on the lamp and looked at herself in the ornate, full-length mirror. No, she most certainly did not want to die alone. Slipping her pajama shorts down her legs, she stifled a laugh. It wasn’t the first time she’d set out to seduce a guy, but seducing a bodyguard was definitely new.
Silk and lace replaced cotton. She slipped one of the fluffy white hotel robes over the lilac thong and bra she’d tossed into her suitcase, and stuffed the “just in case” condom from her wallet into the robe’s pocket. She sucked in a breath and double checked her reflection. Without makeup, the evidence of a few sleepless nights encircled her eyes in dark smudges. No matter, she’d direct his attention elsewhere.
The carpet silenced her footsteps as she padded to the door. Pressing her ear against the wood, she held her breath. Nothing. No light filtered in from the next room. He must be sleeping.
Easing down the handle, she pushed the door forward and squeezed through the opening, trying to make as little noise as possible. She didn’t even breathe for fear of waking him too early and spoiling her sneak attack.
“What are you doing?” Max’s voice cut through the darkness like a blade.
Rose let the door fall open all the way, sending lamplight flooding into the rest of the suite. “How are you awake?”
“I’m a light sleeper. It comes with the job.”
She folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the door frame. He’d all but pinned her up against one just like it earlier that day. She’d been annoyed at her body’s response at the time, cursing the way his proximity had made her throb and ache and want all kinds of delicious, sinful things.
Now she fully intended to scratch that itch.
“What are you doing?” he repeated.
He sat on the couch, still in his T-shirt and jeans but barefoot. His shaggy brown hair stuck up in all directions. Something poked out from under one of the throw cushions. Was that his pistol?
“I can’t sleep.” She walked over to the couch and dropped down next to him. “I figured you might want some company.”
“Two minutes ago you thought I was sleeping.” The light filtering in from the bedroom cast shadows across his face, making the angle of his jaw seem even sharper and more devastating.
“But you’re not. So we can talk.”
“I don’t want to talk.”
“Men never want to talk. But I can talk at you until you talk back.” She grinned at his exasperated sigh.
“You always get what you want, don’t you?”
The answer to that question used to be a resounding no, since all she’d wanted growing up was a normal life with a normal family. She wanted parents who loved her and loved one another. But she’d never got that, and eventually she’d realized that love and trust were about as real as Santa Claus.
Then she’d focused on wanting sex and her nos changed to yeses.
“I always go after what I want,” she said carefully. “And right now I want to talk to you. Or is that not in your job description?”
He paused and a hint of a smile passed over his lips, but he shifted on the couch and made space for her.
“Why did you come to New York?” she asked, watching his face carefully.
“Next question.”
“That was supposed to be my easy lead-in question.”
He grimaced. “Unfortunately it doesn’t have an easy answer. Let’s just say I’m here for work.”
Tension radiated from him. Once more his lips were set in a hard line, his gaze focused on something she couldn’t see. Something she didn’t want to see from the pain that flashed across his eyes.
“What do you do for fun? I know I asked that one before, but you didn’t answer me.”
“I run.”
“Exercise isn’t fun. Everybody knows that.” She rolled her eyes and gave him a light shove. His biceps were rock-hard and the playful touch felt illicit.
“And what do you do for fun, Rose?”
“I watch movies,” she said. “Action movies specifically. Guns, explosions. Vintage Arnie.”
He turned to her, his brow raised. “I would never have taken you for an action-movie fan.”
“Why? Because I’m a girl?” She rolled her eyes. “I drink whiskey, too. Are you shocked?”
“I pegged you for a thriller or mystery buff.” A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You seem like the type who’d prefer to figure out the solution to a problem than watch the good guy save the world.”
His assessment made her smile, so she didn’t give him a hard time about it. “I like playing cards, too,” she added.
“I used to play cards with my father,” Max replied.
“I thought you didn’t gamble.”
“We didn’t, not really.” For a moment his eyes drifted, a far-off look softening his features. “My mother had a box of old one-and two-cent coins that we’d use to buy-in. Winner got their choice of dessert.”
“Do you miss your parents?”
“Yes.”
Something about his tone stopped her from pressing further. Perhaps it was because she empathized with missing family. Though for her it was more that she missed the family she’d had before her parents had grown to hate one another.
“Did you really come out here to ask me about my family?”
“No.” She tilted her head and fiddled with the belt of her robe. “But I get the impression that you don’t have many people to talk to.”
“Why? Because I’m a man?”
“Touché.” A soft laugh escaped her lips. “You’re running away from something in Australia. You got all sad when you mentioned your family, and you haven’t exactly called anyone here to let them know you’re not coming home tonight.”
He swallowed, the bob of his Adam’s apple catching her attention. He pushed a hand through his hair, thrusting the overlong strands back and rubbing at the nape of his neck. She wanted those hands on her, wanted to know if they were as strong and skilled as she suspected.
“And you didn’t call anyone to reassure her that spending the night in a hotel with a woman is strictly business.”
“It is strictly business,” he said, looking into the black depths of the hotel room.
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“I should recommend that Cobalt & Dane hire you,” he joked. “You’re quite the investigator.”
“Just observant.” She shrugged. “I learned to read people early on. It’s kind of a necessity when you’re around bad-tempered people.”
He frowned. “Who had a bad temper?”