She doesn’t trust me. Hell,
he wouldn’t trust him either, but then he knew better. He’d been monitoring her
and a couple of others as potential exit routes, but in the end his approach
had been hasty and definitely unplanned. He’d been lucky. Very lucky.
Yeah, especially as the other two possibilities weren’t
female, human, or as sexy as the woman sitting in front of me—
He cut the thought dead. Focus! But he couldn’t
forget how she’d kissed him, how his fleeting contact with her soft skin had
been like caressing warm silk. How her shoulder-length black braids hung around
a narrow, finely-sculpted face with a temptingly full mouth. How she lounged in
the chair with careless ease, yet with a hint of barely restrained energy in
every muscled line and luscious curve of her body. How her amber eyes scorched
him head to toe, assessing him so deeply he felt naked, wanting, and yet
totally inadequate at the same time.
“Thirty thousand.”
Her demand snapped him out of his daydream and
left him cold, effectively dousing the moment of heated desire.
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Nothing like a demand for a ton of money to squelch desire. LOL!
ReplyDeleteFun build up to the instant let down!
ReplyDeleteThat was great, LOVE it. The demand for 30,000 at the end of the snippet is definitely cold water on his somewhat heated thoughts LOL. Great excerpt!
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