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.Nothing sexyýÿif she didnýÿt include Alyssaýÿs tightpurple submissive-maiden leather get-up in the picture.That,unfortunately, was hard to ignore.She wasnýÿt about to go prowling through Jackýÿs closet forsomething else to wear.Too intimate.Chewing her lip, Morganhesitated.She couldnýÿt afford to have the bastard to think the outfitwas the closest thing to an engraved invitation for sex.Maybe ifshe gave off her best get lost vibes, heýÿd buy a clue.If notýÿShe could find herself screwedýÿliterallyýÿagain.And worse, sheýÿd probably love it every bit as much as shehad the first time.Sighing, Morgan paced the room.What the hell was wrongwith Jack, anyway? They had fabulously mind-blowing sex and heran away? Of course, if he hadnýÿt beat her to it, she would havedarted behind a door and slammed it between them in world-recordtime.But, still.Jack was confusing the crap out of her.She should be theone freaked out.After all, she had a stalker after her.Sheýÿd just leta dominant man impale her against a door and drive her to twodizzying orgasmsýÿafter inspiring the two sheýÿd given herselfýÿallin about fifteen minutesýÿ time.Her desire to submit to him, to obey his raspy voice, thickwith need in her ear, was so newýÿyet felt so natural that shehadnýÿt been able to resist.Sheýÿd responded to every whisperedcommand as if heýÿd poured pure liquid desire all over her skin andlet it seep into her blood.In those moments, Jack had made whatthey were doing feelýÿamazing.So perfectly normal.So right thatsheýÿd ached.She hadnýÿt just been accepted as she was, but neededbecause of it.The sense of connection to Jack had swept commonsense aside and made her cling to him like a life raft in a hurricane.Sheýÿd barely been able to keep herself together while thepleasure Jack gave tore her barriers down.Something about himdemanded the surrender of more than her body.Sheýÿd refused,clinging to her defenses by her fingernailsýÿbarely.Heýÿd left herreeling and stunned.But not broken.Then Jack had all but run from her, tearing off her rose- colored glasses.She was in the middle of who-knew-where with aman sheýÿd only really met yesterday, wearing borrowed clothes,with no end to the nightmare in sight.Yet he ran away.Gee, sheguessed that having sex with a client was a bodyguarding no-no.The more she thought about his behavior, the more it pissedher off.And it hurtýÿway more than she wanted to admit.With an impatient huff, she turned away from the mirror.Mr.Cajun Macho had another thing coming if he thought theywere going to have sex again.So he had a touch that sizzled desirethrough her blood, intoxicating her like the most potent wine.Shewasnýÿt going to risk addiction with a repeat performance.But just the thought of it had her body clamoring for more,turning soft and wet at the prospect of experiencing all hisdetermined sexual fire and tightly controlled power again.So damn stupid.Not only did Jack have temporary written WICKED TIES ýÿ S.Bradley w/a Shayla Black ýÿ Berkley Heat, Jan.2007, ISBN0-425-21361-7 Page 58all over him, the only message about him that was even more clearwas the one that pronounced him a very bad boy.Honestly, she didnýÿt need this!Down the hall, Morgan heard the click of a lock, theopening of the door.From the heavy footsteps, she knew heýÿdemerged into the hall.Maybe it was very thirteen year-old of her,but she wasnýÿt in the mood to face him.Not now.Not yet.Let himsee how the rejection felt.Cringing, she dove onto the bed and quickly feigned sleepas Jack made his way down the hall.He paused at the bedroomdoor, but Morgan wasnýÿt about to open her eyes.Seeing that too-sexy face taunting her with the carnal knowledge of her body orannoyanceýÿor bothýÿwas not her idea of a good time.Let Romeoeat breakfast alone.The thought of food right now held all theappeal of dog shit ýÿ la mode.After a long moment, Jackýÿs footsteps continued down thehall.She heard a series of electronic beeps, then a ringing.Aspeakerphone.Who was he calling at seven-thirty in the morning?She rose and tiptoed across the bedroom to peek around thecorner.Jack stood there, cup of coffee in one hand, making toastwith the other.And standing by the cracked headset with anannoyed expression.ýÿJesus, Jack!ýÿ rasped a scratchy male voice.ýÿIs sleeping inagainst your religion or did you just figure that if youýÿre up,everyone else should be, too?ýÿMorgan couldnýÿt help but overhear the conversation.Itwasnýÿt as if he was trying to be quiet.Who in the heck was Jacktalking to and why? And she had to agree with the other guy; whyhad he called at this early hour?ýÿI didnýÿt sleep at all last night, Deke.So whatever you gotin the way of Zýÿs is way more than I got.Quit whining.ýÿýÿHave you turned vampire now?ýÿýÿWant to slit your wrists and make a donation to find out?ýÿýÿOh, biting wit.You are cranky this morning.Get too littlesex latelyýÿor too much?ýÿMorgan felt the thick rush of embarrassment flood her skin.Please, please donýÿt let Jack have called some friend to do somelocker room bragging.That would be the final insult to having herfantasies exposed, her common sense stripped away in a haze ofdesire, then being left naked, wet, and used against a virtualstrangerýÿs door. Jack growled, ýÿStop being cute and try being a businesspartner.Iýÿm out at the swamp cabin.Iýÿve got a woman with astalker.I need you to do some research.ýÿMorgan breathed a sigh of relief.ýÿNo shit.A woman with a stalker?ýÿ said the man Jack hadidentified as Deke.ýÿWhen did she become a client?ýÿýÿYesterday, when he took a shot at her in broad daylight ina crowd.I was sitting less than two feet from her.ýÿýÿHolyýÿ What info do you have?ýÿQuickly, Jack ran down the information Morgan had givenhim at dawn.All the informationýÿthe minute details of her sexualhistory, thankfully excluding himself.Despite that small favor, therush of mortification returned, along with foot-stomping fury.Gee,why not take out a billboard along the highway just to make sureeveryone knew who sheýÿd done the wild thing with in the past.And now she had Jack to add to the list.What on earth hadshe done?After offering to fax copies of the latest pictures her stalkerhad left, Jack hung up [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]

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