She couldn’t simply disappear for however long his mission lasted and have an enticing fling.
Besides, how could she trust the man with her body when she didn’t believe half of his wild story? Some of the best con men in the world had tried to swindle her. She might only be twenty-eight, but she wasn’t naive, and she wasn’t buying his story.
If he’d known she was hallucinating, why had he asked her to drive? She could’ve killed them both. And why was the drug so selective, acting only when she left Kane’s presence?
And his reason for breaking into her office was downright flimsy. It would take ten men five months to search through the Institute’s massive computer banks to find one tiny project. How would Kane have broken the passwords?
As she walked upstairs to her bedroom, she worried over another incident that didn’t fit. She’d aimed that gun at his wide chest. From less than ten feet, it was difficult to miss.
But if she’d missed, where had the bullet gone? It hadn’t smashed into the television screen or splintered the wall behind him. And her white leather sofa sported no ripped fabric or furrows. She scowled at the irony of her attempt to kill the first interesting man she’d met in months, one who even cleaned up after himself in the kitchen.
Yawning, Fallon closed her bedroom door. As she walked across the airy room, decorated in soft turquoise and gold, she left a trail of clothing across the carpet. Louisa would be in tomorrow to straighten the mess.
Louisa—oh no. The maid had a key. Fallon couldn’t let her walk into the house or Kane might take her prisoner, too. In the morning, she’d have to convince him that it would be convenient for him to let her make a phone call and discourage Louisa from coming to work.
After stepping into the shower, Fallon adjusted the spray and wondered what to do. She wouldn’t try leaving. At this hour she wasn’t up to facing the nausea again. But she did have several options—all dangerous. She could set off the panic button by her bed and silently summon the police. But could they get to her before Kane did?
Even if the police arrested Kane, what would she tell them? She’d be lucky if they didn’t lock her up in a cell adjoined to his—a padded one.
However the most dangerous option of all was the one she found most enticing. Suppose she accepted his bargain? Would he come through on his promiseand deliver? Would she really be able to give up control to him? And what if she said no? She’d already learned she couldn’t stop him from taking whatever he wanted.
But the man wasn’t into using force. He wanted her to willingly give herself to him to do with as he pleased—an idea she found all too appealing because then she’d have to make no further decisions. From then on, all she would need to do was succumb to his wishes, and enjoy every second.
From the heated looks he’d given her, from the electric connection between them, she had little doubt he was as aware of her as a woman as she was of him as a man. Instinct told her the lovemaking would be fantastic.
Just the thought of being so free, to give herself wholly over to another individual, caused heat to pool in her belly. After washing and rinsing her hair, she soaped the rest of her body, and her skin felt wonderfully sensitive as she imagined Kane kissing her, caressing her with those strong hands and gentle fingers. There was no denying that the idea of his touching her anywhere he pleased, however he pleased, intrigued her.
And he’d made it quite clear that once she agreed, it would be the last choice he’d allow her. She should be horrified, terrified. Instead, her breasts ached and excitement splashed through her veins.
But could she really agree to the bargain? She had no idea.
After stepping from the steamy shower, shewrapped a towel around her, tucking the corner between her breasts. She applied moisturizer to her face, then dried her hair vigorously with
Besides, how could she trust the man with her body when she didn’t believe half of his wild story? Some of the best con men in the world had tried to swindle her. She might only be twenty-eight, but she wasn’t naive, and she wasn’t buying his story.
If he’d known she was hallucinating, why had he asked her to drive? She could’ve killed them both. And why was the drug so selective, acting only when she left Kane’s presence?
And his reason for breaking into her office was downright flimsy. It would take ten men five months to search through the Institute’s massive computer banks to find one tiny project. How would Kane have broken the passwords?
As she walked upstairs to her bedroom, she worried over another incident that didn’t fit. She’d aimed that gun at his wide chest. From less than ten feet, it was difficult to miss.
But if she’d missed, where had the bullet gone? It hadn’t smashed into the television screen or splintered the wall behind him. And her white leather sofa sported no ripped fabric or furrows. She scowled at the irony of her attempt to kill the first interesting man she’d met in months, one who even cleaned up after himself in the kitchen.
Yawning, Fallon closed her bedroom door. As she walked across the airy room, decorated in soft turquoise and gold, she left a trail of clothing across the carpet. Louisa would be in tomorrow to straighten the mess.
Louisa—oh no. The maid had a key. Fallon couldn’t let her walk into the house or Kane might take her prisoner, too. In the morning, she’d have to convince him that it would be convenient for him to let her make a phone call and discourage Louisa from coming to work.
After stepping into the shower, Fallon adjusted the spray and wondered what to do. She wouldn’t try leaving. At this hour she wasn’t up to facing the nausea again. But she did have several options—all dangerous. She could set off the panic button by her bed and silently summon the police. But could they get to her before Kane did?
Even if the police arrested Kane, what would she tell them? She’d be lucky if they didn’t lock her up in a cell adjoined to his—a padded one.
However the most dangerous option of all was the one she found most enticing. Suppose she accepted his bargain? Would he come through on his promiseand deliver? Would she really be able to give up control to him? And what if she said no? She’d already learned she couldn’t stop him from taking whatever he wanted.
But the man wasn’t into using force. He wanted her to willingly give herself to him to do with as he pleased—an idea she found all too appealing because then she’d have to make no further decisions. From then on, all she would need to do was succumb to his wishes, and enjoy every second.
From the heated looks he’d given her, from the electric connection between them, she had little doubt he was as aware of her as a woman as she was of him as a man. Instinct told her the lovemaking would be fantastic.
Just the thought of being so free, to give herself wholly over to another individual, caused heat to pool in her belly. After washing and rinsing her hair, she soaped the rest of her body, and her skin felt wonderfully sensitive as she imagined Kane kissing her, caressing her with those strong hands and gentle fingers. There was no denying that the idea of his touching her anywhere he pleased, however he pleased, intrigued her.
And he’d made it quite clear that once she agreed, it would be the last choice he’d allow her. She should be horrified, terrified. Instead, her breasts ached and excitement splashed through her veins.
But could she really agree to the bargain? She had no idea.
After stepping from the steamy shower, shewrapped a towel around her, tucking the corner between her breasts. She applied moisturizer to her face, then dried her hair vigorously with
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