Possessed by a Stranger by Jeny Stone Page A

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request implied. Garret wasn’t a man with which you wanted to be on
bad terms and he liked it that way.
    Preparing to leave Garret grabbed his suit
jacket slinging it over his shoulder using two fingers as a hanger.
He stepped into the elevator and slapped the lock button. As the
elevator doors closed he slipped into the jacket. Checking to
insure he had everything needed for the day, a disturbing thought
occurred to him. He hadn’t checked his billfold’s contents, a habit
he developed after having any overnight guest. Shit, that nymph
could have robbed him blind and went on a spending spree while he
ate breakfast from his oversight. He found everything untouched and
accounted for, which made him suspicious of her motives. Even with
women stalking him to end up in his bed, last night was an anomaly
in his sexual conquests. Virgins don’t just fall out of the sky
into his bed. She had to have motive. Fate or coincidences were
words of suspicion in his vocabulary as they usually camouflaged a
premeditated act.
    Paranoia joined hand-in-hand with his temper
when it flared. His extreme distrust saved him a fortune over the
years in the cutthroat business world. There was nothing given away
free and the stated price usually had strings attached. He
questioned last night’s events. The chance sighting, her immediate
attraction to him, and her willingness to leave with a stranger;
those things were normal for him. Filtering in her innocence, her
wild abandonment in bed, and her disappearance and he knew she had
to have a motive or agenda. Whatever it was, she was damn
accomplished at perpetrating her scheme. Shit, he should have seen
past her desirability. When she contacted him, and he knew she
would, she would pay dearly for what she wanted. She should have
stayed and saved him the aggravation waiting to hear from her.
    The town car pulled up as he walked out the
door. Jeff appreciated his generous salary and went to extremes to
anticipate Garret’s busy schedule. Jeff had earned Garret’s
respect, which wasn’t an easy task. Jeff honestly admitted his
loyalty had a price although he didn’t hesitate to sign a
non-disclosure contract. The contract guaranteed Jeff’s lips would
stay shut but Jeff left no doubt that any offer higher than his
salary and he would jump ship. Garret eliminated that possibility
with his weapon of choice, money.
    Garret opened the back door of the car and
climbed in. Jeff turned around to look at Garret, instead of using
the rearview mirror. By the look on Jeff’s face, Garrett knew Jeff
was bursting to ask something so he might as well get it out of the
way.
    “The townhouse. Go ahead and ask whatever it
is you want to know.” In his five years of service, they developed
an understanding of each other. As long as Jeff stayed within the
boundaries of employee, employer and almost friends he avoided the
field of land mines surrounding Garret.
    “I just thought you would be in a better mood
today, after what you brought home last night.”
    Jeff was obviously digging for information.
His statement rang of a question. “So did I.” His mood should be
better after last night and would be if she hadn’t disappeared. Why
had she left?
    Normally the women he brought to his bed
stayed for breakfast hoping to set up their next date. Date, shit,
it was a one night fucking spree. Then it was done, over, finished,
time to move on to the next one. The tight security at the hotel
prevented unexpected invasions from his previous playthings. That
was one reason he used the penthouse even when he lived in his
townhouse. Now, for the first time, he had one slip away from
him.
    “Are you done with that one?” What the hell?
Garret’s mood darkened with his driver about to trip on one of land
mines he usually worked hard to avoid. Jeff always checked to make
sure it was safe before he claimed any of Garret’s castaways. Jeff
swore his chauffeur job was better than being the sleazy judge in