a deep breath. It probably
wasn’t good to go after her right now in his current state of mind, but he
couldn’t stay away from her either.
“I’m too restless…I can’t just sit here.” He got up and
walked over to the window. It was still dark, but not for long. He’d need to
find her soon if he planned on intercepting her before first light. Her
computer, which was usually connected to his, had been shut off, so he was sure
she’d left for the rest of the night. He scooted closer to his desk and pulled
up the company’s personnel files. He typed in “Emily Parker” and hit Search.
Her information popped up on the screen.
She lives in Brentwood. Nice area. Christian pulled
up a map of the neighborhood, studied it, closed his eyes and traced.
* * * * *
Emma pulled her hair back in a ponytail to keep it from
getting wet and jumped into the shower, attempting to wash away the passion she’d
recently shared with the enemy. I’m a hot mess, I swear to God, letting that
jerk affect me like this.
Sure, she loved sex, but it had never held her under anyone’s
thumb like it had with Christian. A shiver cascaded down her spine at the
thought of what they’d done. The memory of those lips fastened to her clit wasn’t
helping to cool her off. She knew instinctively that fighting him would’ve been
futile. Hell, she’d practically jumped his ass.
“I’m pathetic.” She slid down the shower wall and sat on the
floor. She no longer felt like the badass she’d once prided herself on being.
Her defenses had been shattered in an instant by a tantalizing dark angel.
Their union had been brief, but the effect would be lasting. She hated herself for feeling anything for one of those fucking monsters. The pain lanced
through her heart, reminding her of the loss she’d experienced all those years
ago.
She stood up. If only she could hold on to that pain. Use it
as a cocoon to insulate her from others. Maybe if she turned herself in, it
would prevent this shit from happening again. It sounded like a reasonable
solution to the problem.
But why couldn’t she get her heart to agree?
Christian stood in the shadows, looking at Emily’s building,
the darkness concealing his form as he made his way closer. He climbed the tree
next to her bedroom window with ease and sat back on one of the heavier limbs
to wait and watch through the dense foliage.
Emily walked into the room and dropped her towel. Water
beaded off her wet skin, and those up-tilted breasts he had recently licked and
her luscious curves had him fighting his instincts all over again. He let out a
heavy groan and diverted his eyes toward the heavens.
Why did I come here? I can’t force her to be with me. So
why am I torturing myself?
Because you’re a glutton for punishment, that’s why.
When he drew his attention back to the female he coveted
most, she’d changed into a thin white t-shirt with a yellow smiley face on the
front and a pair of baggy boxer shorts. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever
seen. Smooth legs, a flat belly and curves in all the right places.
“Shit…” He wanted to devour her.
On her bed lay a big orange cat. She went over and picked up
the fat tabby and snuggle it against her. Silky brown hair hung loose and messy
down the middle of her back. She was definitely a sight to behold. He growled
low in his throat as he stared at the object of his desire through the window. In
a way, he felt almost like a predator stalking his prey.
Disgust hit him at the thought of tracking her like an
animal. Why couldn’t he just forget? No, instead he was sitting in a goddamn tree,
spying on her like a perverted peeping Tom.
He scratched his head, bewildered again at the mystery
behind his attraction. Chemical, physical, biological, fate or whatever the
fuck it was. None of it made sense to him. Sure, he knew what happened to a
vampire when he found his blooded-mate. But that certainly didn’t help Christian
find peace with this
wasn’t good to go after her right now in his current state of mind, but he
couldn’t stay away from her either.
“I’m too restless…I can’t just sit here.” He got up and
walked over to the window. It was still dark, but not for long. He’d need to
find her soon if he planned on intercepting her before first light. Her
computer, which was usually connected to his, had been shut off, so he was sure
she’d left for the rest of the night. He scooted closer to his desk and pulled
up the company’s personnel files. He typed in “Emily Parker” and hit Search.
Her information popped up on the screen.
She lives in Brentwood. Nice area. Christian pulled
up a map of the neighborhood, studied it, closed his eyes and traced.
* * * * *
Emma pulled her hair back in a ponytail to keep it from
getting wet and jumped into the shower, attempting to wash away the passion she’d
recently shared with the enemy. I’m a hot mess, I swear to God, letting that
jerk affect me like this.
Sure, she loved sex, but it had never held her under anyone’s
thumb like it had with Christian. A shiver cascaded down her spine at the
thought of what they’d done. The memory of those lips fastened to her clit wasn’t
helping to cool her off. She knew instinctively that fighting him would’ve been
futile. Hell, she’d practically jumped his ass.
“I’m pathetic.” She slid down the shower wall and sat on the
floor. She no longer felt like the badass she’d once prided herself on being.
Her defenses had been shattered in an instant by a tantalizing dark angel.
Their union had been brief, but the effect would be lasting. She hated herself for feeling anything for one of those fucking monsters. The pain lanced
through her heart, reminding her of the loss she’d experienced all those years
ago.
She stood up. If only she could hold on to that pain. Use it
as a cocoon to insulate her from others. Maybe if she turned herself in, it
would prevent this shit from happening again. It sounded like a reasonable
solution to the problem.
But why couldn’t she get her heart to agree?
Christian stood in the shadows, looking at Emily’s building,
the darkness concealing his form as he made his way closer. He climbed the tree
next to her bedroom window with ease and sat back on one of the heavier limbs
to wait and watch through the dense foliage.
Emily walked into the room and dropped her towel. Water
beaded off her wet skin, and those up-tilted breasts he had recently licked and
her luscious curves had him fighting his instincts all over again. He let out a
heavy groan and diverted his eyes toward the heavens.
Why did I come here? I can’t force her to be with me. So
why am I torturing myself?
Because you’re a glutton for punishment, that’s why.
When he drew his attention back to the female he coveted
most, she’d changed into a thin white t-shirt with a yellow smiley face on the
front and a pair of baggy boxer shorts. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever
seen. Smooth legs, a flat belly and curves in all the right places.
“Shit…” He wanted to devour her.
On her bed lay a big orange cat. She went over and picked up
the fat tabby and snuggle it against her. Silky brown hair hung loose and messy
down the middle of her back. She was definitely a sight to behold. He growled
low in his throat as he stared at the object of his desire through the window. In
a way, he felt almost like a predator stalking his prey.
Disgust hit him at the thought of tracking her like an
animal. Why couldn’t he just forget? No, instead he was sitting in a goddamn tree,
spying on her like a perverted peeping Tom.
He scratched his head, bewildered again at the mystery
behind his attraction. Chemical, physical, biological, fate or whatever the
fuck it was. None of it made sense to him. Sure, he knew what happened to a
vampire when he found his blooded-mate. But that certainly didn’t help Christian
find peace with this
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