Lib Novel Page 3
She said nothing as they stepped into the elevator, but she slanted him a look that would have killed a lesser man.
“And you might want to pretend that we are together.”
She sighed. “Don’t worry, love. I can handle faking it.”
“Ah, so that’s why you are in such a rotten mood.”
She looked at him. “Why?”
“Well, if you are used to faking it…”
He let his insinuation sink it. He saw the moment it hit her. She frowned and stepped forward. Damn, she smelled good. Like want to lick every inch of her flesh good. She was definitely a treat he wanted to indulge in…again and again.
“I don’t need you pulling shit on me tonight, S…Brett,” she said, from behind clenched teeth. “If you can hold up your end, I can hold up mine.”
He tried not to smile, but he couldn’t really fight it.
“Don’t you dare laugh,” she said, but her tone had changed and her expression eased. She pulled back. “Wanker.”
“Sorry.”
She shook her head and wisps of her hair flowed with the movement. “No you aren’t.”
“Not really, but just remember that part of this job is fun.”
She slanted a look from the side of her eye, but less threatening than the last. “Fun?”
He stepped closer, his body already humming with being so close to her. “We get to play with rich folks tonight. And, they will all be wondering about us, talking about us.”
He took a chance and leaned down to brush his mouth over her shoulder. She shivered.
“I promise to make every woman in that place jealous.”
Her tongue darted out over her lips and her pulse increased. He could see it in her neck, pounding away.
“Not the men?”
Oh, so she had heard about his tastes.
“Well, if you were interested in something like that, I could definitely accommodate, but at least for tonight, it would just be me and you.”
Before she could answer, the doors slid open. He slipped his hand down to the small of her back and urged her out of the lift.
“You’re very clever, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice breathless.
“Oh, you have no idea.” But Sean had all kinds of ideas to show her just how clever he was.
Three
Jaime slipped her favorite tool into the keyhole. Her hands were shaking and her head was definitely not on the job. It was centered squarely on the man standing behind her.
“What’s taking so long?” he asked.
His voice was just a breath of a whisper against her ear. He was so close he could nibble on her earlobe.
“Jaime?”
His lips brushed against her flesh.