Romance: Mills and Boon Romance: The Boss's Proposal (Billionaire Bad Boy BBW Romance) by Amanda Horton
Authors: Amanda Horton
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to Jed’s.
“They’re here” he said sounding nervous. “I don’t know how but they found you.”
“Amsel is more resourceful than we gave him credit for” Jed said nodding. “We will have to leave. Can you get us out the back way?”
The young man nodded. “What about her?” he asked looking at Claire.
“She comes with us. It’s not a problem is it, little Wolf?” Lance barked at him. The young man snarled and for a moment his eyes shone golden.
“Just not sure a human can keep up is all, and the name’s Paul” said Paul.
“I’ll be just fine thank you” Claire said and then bit her tongue when all three turned to look at her.
Lance and Jed both looked proud, like they had expected her to say that. Then they moved into action. Lance strode into the bedroom while Jed took a bottle of something out of a bag that had been stationed by the door. It was a blue glass bottle with a cork stopper. He used his teeth to pull out the cork and then began to splash its contents around the room.
The air filled with a heavy scent of peppermint, lavender and something else that made Claire’s head spin a little.
“What is that?” she asked picking up her bag from the floor where she’d let it drop.
Lance, returning from the bedroom, two other bags in his hands was the one to answer, “Amsel uses magic to find us. This way, we can confuse his spells.”
“Magic? Seriously?” Claire said and then felt ridiculously stupid.
“Yes,” Lance said looking sternly at her and handing her one of the bags, “Magic. Carry this please, Jed will need to be free to fight, if they catch up.”
“What about you?” Claire asked taking the bag. It was a backpack and really heavy, but when she slung it on her back it seemed fine.
“Silver bullet to the left arm, I’m not as strong as I should be” Lance confessed sounding pained.
“Lance will protect you” Jed said coming up behind her. For a moment he was close Claire could feel his body heat against her again and she longed to be back in his arms, feel his kiss. But this really wasn’t the time for stupid emotions. She turned and following Jed and Paul, she headed for the door.
Paul led them down the hall and to a door marked with a no entry sign. He waved a keycard in front of a security panel and it clicked open. The stairwell inside was long and dimly lit with no windows. They descended the stairs, Paul in the lead.
“So when we get to the basement level, take the tunnel. It’s for maintenance, so should be empty. Go up it. It opens into an alley. Then you’re on your own, man.”
“Thank you, Paul” Jed said sincerely patting Paul on the back. “We are grateful.”
At the end of the stairwell Paul said his farewell and left them. He pressed his keycard to the panel and the door opened. Jed, Lance and Claire spilled into a brick lined basement. As Claire entered she was hit by the smell of damp and mold hanging on the musty air. Then a sound ripped into the silence. It was harsh and for a moment Claire couldn’t’t place it because a sound like that should never be heard in a place like this. It was reserved for lighter, happier occasions. It was the sound of clapping.
“Well done boys, well done!” A man stepped into the little patch of light offered by an overhead bulb.
“Dieter Amsel, and cronies” Jed said pulling up short.
“Indeed. We all know each other don’t we? You have led us on a merry chase all around Europe, England and now here.” Amsel said. He was an older man, greying at the temples, but he still looked strong. His eyes were clear blue, his hair light brown and his skin pale. A livid scar ran down his right cheek from just under the eye to his chin. He wore the trench coat Claire had seen him in the previous evening, but it was unbuttoned and Claire could see a sword in a scabbard at his waist.
Behind him stood a young man, tall and muscled in black and a young woman about Claire’s own age, her hair blonde, her
“They’re here” he said sounding nervous. “I don’t know how but they found you.”
“Amsel is more resourceful than we gave him credit for” Jed said nodding. “We will have to leave. Can you get us out the back way?”
The young man nodded. “What about her?” he asked looking at Claire.
“She comes with us. It’s not a problem is it, little Wolf?” Lance barked at him. The young man snarled and for a moment his eyes shone golden.
“Just not sure a human can keep up is all, and the name’s Paul” said Paul.
“I’ll be just fine thank you” Claire said and then bit her tongue when all three turned to look at her.
Lance and Jed both looked proud, like they had expected her to say that. Then they moved into action. Lance strode into the bedroom while Jed took a bottle of something out of a bag that had been stationed by the door. It was a blue glass bottle with a cork stopper. He used his teeth to pull out the cork and then began to splash its contents around the room.
The air filled with a heavy scent of peppermint, lavender and something else that made Claire’s head spin a little.
“What is that?” she asked picking up her bag from the floor where she’d let it drop.
Lance, returning from the bedroom, two other bags in his hands was the one to answer, “Amsel uses magic to find us. This way, we can confuse his spells.”
“Magic? Seriously?” Claire said and then felt ridiculously stupid.
“Yes,” Lance said looking sternly at her and handing her one of the bags, “Magic. Carry this please, Jed will need to be free to fight, if they catch up.”
“What about you?” Claire asked taking the bag. It was a backpack and really heavy, but when she slung it on her back it seemed fine.
“Silver bullet to the left arm, I’m not as strong as I should be” Lance confessed sounding pained.
“Lance will protect you” Jed said coming up behind her. For a moment he was close Claire could feel his body heat against her again and she longed to be back in his arms, feel his kiss. But this really wasn’t the time for stupid emotions. She turned and following Jed and Paul, she headed for the door.
Paul led them down the hall and to a door marked with a no entry sign. He waved a keycard in front of a security panel and it clicked open. The stairwell inside was long and dimly lit with no windows. They descended the stairs, Paul in the lead.
“So when we get to the basement level, take the tunnel. It’s for maintenance, so should be empty. Go up it. It opens into an alley. Then you’re on your own, man.”
“Thank you, Paul” Jed said sincerely patting Paul on the back. “We are grateful.”
At the end of the stairwell Paul said his farewell and left them. He pressed his keycard to the panel and the door opened. Jed, Lance and Claire spilled into a brick lined basement. As Claire entered she was hit by the smell of damp and mold hanging on the musty air. Then a sound ripped into the silence. It was harsh and for a moment Claire couldn’t’t place it because a sound like that should never be heard in a place like this. It was reserved for lighter, happier occasions. It was the sound of clapping.
“Well done boys, well done!” A man stepped into the little patch of light offered by an overhead bulb.
“Dieter Amsel, and cronies” Jed said pulling up short.
“Indeed. We all know each other don’t we? You have led us on a merry chase all around Europe, England and now here.” Amsel said. He was an older man, greying at the temples, but he still looked strong. His eyes were clear blue, his hair light brown and his skin pale. A livid scar ran down his right cheek from just under the eye to his chin. He wore the trench coat Claire had seen him in the previous evening, but it was unbuttoned and Claire could see a sword in a scabbard at his waist.
Behind him stood a young man, tall and muscled in black and a young woman about Claire’s own age, her hair blonde, her
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