Spanked by an Angel [Notorious Nephilim 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Carolyn Rosewood Page A

Or did the subject not come up?”
    Emmett grinned like the Cheshire cat, while Abigail’s stomach gave a lurch. She had to find Zach and apologize.
    “He did tell me, but I didn’t believe him. I accused him of saying that as part of…part of the act.”
    “The act?”
    “Of seducing the guests.”
    “Ouch. Although, it’s only fair considering how he treated you last night at dinner.”
    She shook her head. “No. Don’t say that. You should have seen the look on his face. I feel terrible about what I said.”
    “I’m sure he knows you didn’t mean to be cruel.”
    Abigail was about to say she didn’t agree when the door opened, and the smell of pasta and garlic sent thoughts of Zach away for the moment.
    “Hope you like Italian food,” said Emmett, directing her to a small wooden table in one corner.
    He poured the wine while Abigail tasted the pasta.
    “I’m surprised you didn’t know about the party. We have them all the time. That information should have been e-mailed to you when your reservation was confirmed.”
    “It probably was, and I just didn’t read that part.” Abigail didn’t want to tell him she’d had second thoughts about coming and had nearly e-mailed back to cancel as soon as the confirmation arrived. They ate in silence for several minutes, and Abigail’s plate was nearly empty before Emmett spoke again.
    “I guess I don’t have to ask if you liked it.”
    “I don’t usually eat that fast, but the food here is heaven.” The fact she’d eaten only a piece of toast for breakfast contributed to her ravenous appetite.
    Emmett’s grin and the sudden look in his eyes were both bittersweet and amused. “People always say that about delicious food. That it’s heaven.”
    “What should they say instead?” She took a sip of wine, studying his face. He and Zach were both gorgeous men, but Emmett’s face had more of a boyish quality to it, as though he’d never quite grown up.
    “Oh, I don’t know. I just find it humorous that people compare an eternal plane to a well-prepared dish, that’s all.”
    “An eternal plane? You sound like a priest or something.”
    Emmett placed his hand over his heart as his eyes widened in mock horror. “Abigail, bite your tongue. I assure you I’m as far from priest material as a man can possibly be.”
    “Good thing, considering the looks the guests give you.” She drained her glass and watched him fill it again, the corners of his mouth twitching.
    “You almost sound jealous, Abigail Emily Cosslin.”
    “Not jealous. Just curious.”
    “About what, exactly?”
    She glanced around the room, spotted a door that said Restrooms, and rose from the chair. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.”
    Once inside the sanctity of the ladies’ room, she took care of business, then unwrapped a toothbrush and brushed her teeth. They thought of everything here. She wouldn’t be surprised to find a bedroom tucked away somewhere in these hallways, complete with his-and-hers PJs.
    When she returned, their plates had been cleared away, and Emmett reclined on a cushion with a fresh bottle of wine. His gaze held hers as she walked slowly toward him and took the glass from his hand. The wine went straight to her head. His scent combined with the musky aroma of the candles and incense until everything melted away as it had yesterday outside the dining room. The only things she saw clearly were Emmett’s eyes.
    “Now tell me what it is about me that’s piqued your curiosity.” His voice was low and sexy, sending shock waves of desire straight to her soaking wet pussy.
    “What you’re like in bed.” The second the words were out of her mouth, she was seized with a compulsion to clamp her hand over her mouth. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
    “Why not? Is it a lie?”
    She shook her head, unable to tear her gaze from his.
    “There’s one way to find out, Abigail.”

Chapter Eight
     
    Emmett took the glass from her hand and placed it on the