car!”
“Tuan likes the way I drive.” That sounded way too much like Hell was baiting her. She was surprised Jaden could feel Fabienne’s jealousy. It was easy enough to guess, but Jaden felt it. He still thought Fabienne was hot.
“Then he’s crazy, too.” She whirled on Tuan. “Let her near the Murciélago, boss, and the car is toast, guaranteed.”
“We got here didn’t we?” Tuan let go of Hell’s elbow and slid his arm around her waist. Tuan knew Fabienne was jealous, too, but he liked it. “Let’s go inside, shall we?” When she hesitated, Tuan said, “We need to talk, Hell.”
Upstairs, Tuan kicked off his sandals and walked straight into the living room. The furniture was still forest-green leather, two couches, some chairs and an ottoman, glitter gold walls and a bamboo floor. There was a koi pond and a waterfall in a corner. Hell sat on one of the couches and felt like she’d never left. Jaden receded enough to let her take the lead. “Keys?” she said.
Tuan snapped his fingers at Fabienne. The enforcer rolled her eyes, but she left the room long enough to return with two sets of keys. She threw them at Hell, hard enough to hurt if she hadn’t had Jaden’s reflexes to snatch them out of the air. She stuffed the keys in her pocket. “Thanks.”
Fabienne flopped down on the other sofa, splaying out her long, elegant legs. The Street Sweeper lay across her lap. Jaden thought that was especially hot. She had a great rack, and with that observation came an image of Fabienne stretched out on the sofa, naked with her— no Jaden, caressing her breasts. Was that all men thought about? Hell’s stare got a puzzled look from Fabienne.
“Fabienne,” said Tuan. “A bottle of tequila and some limes.” On their third date, when Hell wasn’t even sure they were dating, they’d come here and between them consumed an entire bottle of tequila and then she’d had the best sex of her life. He didn’t bite her. He didn’t so much as flash a fang, but the sex was fantastic. The pressure for biting and more didn’t come until later.
He still wants to convert you , Jaden said.
I can handle him .
We should go. Now.
What and leave Fabienne all alone ?
“Sure, boss.” Tuan’s enforcer headed for the kitchen.
Tuan sat next to Hell, close, but not too close. Being around him in her bra and pants was uncomfortable to say the least. She leaned back, and then scooted away under pretext of rearranging her legs. Tuan noticed, and he frowned. “I hear your meeting with Elijah Douglas went badly.”
“How do you know?” Hell replied. She knew better than to look at any vampire, especially Tuan, in the eye, and Tuan knew her well enough to understand her distrust. A chill sped down her spine. The rat-fink was trying to establish the mental connection needed to lull her into compliance. Then she’d tell-all and do-all. Her fear roused Jaden. It’s all right . “Stop it, Tuan.”
“Hell, darling.” He didn’t try to make direct eye contact again, but he did touch the nape of her neck. “I am well informed. You know that.”
“Then you don’t need to ask me anything, do you?”
Fabienne returned with the tequila and two shot glasses. “You can go now,” he told her.
“I wouldn’t recommend it, boss.”
Tuan shook his head. “I have personal business with Hell.”
Her mouth tightened, but she turned on a heel and left.
“What I don’t know,” Tuan said softly as Fabienne retreated, “is what happened to Agent Lightfeather. Is he dead?”
“I don’t know. I told you, he went to get help.” She lifted a hand, palm out when Tuan handed her a glass. “I’m working tonight, Tuan.”
“It’s your favorite.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“That’s not the way I remember it,” he said in that soft voice that always got her into trouble. She did like bad boys. “What are you afraid of?”
“Fine.” She took it and put it on the teak coffee table in front of her. The guy always
“Tuan likes the way I drive.” That sounded way too much like Hell was baiting her. She was surprised Jaden could feel Fabienne’s jealousy. It was easy enough to guess, but Jaden felt it. He still thought Fabienne was hot.
“Then he’s crazy, too.” She whirled on Tuan. “Let her near the Murciélago, boss, and the car is toast, guaranteed.”
“We got here didn’t we?” Tuan let go of Hell’s elbow and slid his arm around her waist. Tuan knew Fabienne was jealous, too, but he liked it. “Let’s go inside, shall we?” When she hesitated, Tuan said, “We need to talk, Hell.”
Upstairs, Tuan kicked off his sandals and walked straight into the living room. The furniture was still forest-green leather, two couches, some chairs and an ottoman, glitter gold walls and a bamboo floor. There was a koi pond and a waterfall in a corner. Hell sat on one of the couches and felt like she’d never left. Jaden receded enough to let her take the lead. “Keys?” she said.
Tuan snapped his fingers at Fabienne. The enforcer rolled her eyes, but she left the room long enough to return with two sets of keys. She threw them at Hell, hard enough to hurt if she hadn’t had Jaden’s reflexes to snatch them out of the air. She stuffed the keys in her pocket. “Thanks.”
Fabienne flopped down on the other sofa, splaying out her long, elegant legs. The Street Sweeper lay across her lap. Jaden thought that was especially hot. She had a great rack, and with that observation came an image of Fabienne stretched out on the sofa, naked with her— no Jaden, caressing her breasts. Was that all men thought about? Hell’s stare got a puzzled look from Fabienne.
“Fabienne,” said Tuan. “A bottle of tequila and some limes.” On their third date, when Hell wasn’t even sure they were dating, they’d come here and between them consumed an entire bottle of tequila and then she’d had the best sex of her life. He didn’t bite her. He didn’t so much as flash a fang, but the sex was fantastic. The pressure for biting and more didn’t come until later.
He still wants to convert you , Jaden said.
I can handle him .
We should go. Now.
What and leave Fabienne all alone ?
“Sure, boss.” Tuan’s enforcer headed for the kitchen.
Tuan sat next to Hell, close, but not too close. Being around him in her bra and pants was uncomfortable to say the least. She leaned back, and then scooted away under pretext of rearranging her legs. Tuan noticed, and he frowned. “I hear your meeting with Elijah Douglas went badly.”
“How do you know?” Hell replied. She knew better than to look at any vampire, especially Tuan, in the eye, and Tuan knew her well enough to understand her distrust. A chill sped down her spine. The rat-fink was trying to establish the mental connection needed to lull her into compliance. Then she’d tell-all and do-all. Her fear roused Jaden. It’s all right . “Stop it, Tuan.”
“Hell, darling.” He didn’t try to make direct eye contact again, but he did touch the nape of her neck. “I am well informed. You know that.”
“Then you don’t need to ask me anything, do you?”
Fabienne returned with the tequila and two shot glasses. “You can go now,” he told her.
“I wouldn’t recommend it, boss.”
Tuan shook his head. “I have personal business with Hell.”
Her mouth tightened, but she turned on a heel and left.
“What I don’t know,” Tuan said softly as Fabienne retreated, “is what happened to Agent Lightfeather. Is he dead?”
“I don’t know. I told you, he went to get help.” She lifted a hand, palm out when Tuan handed her a glass. “I’m working tonight, Tuan.”
“It’s your favorite.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“That’s not the way I remember it,” he said in that soft voice that always got her into trouble. She did like bad boys. “What are you afraid of?”
“Fine.” She took it and put it on the teak coffee table in front of her. The guy always
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