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"He mentioned a rave tonight."
Mac slowed. That didn't make any sense. Raves happened on the
weekends. Slowly, he turned back to her once he stood a safe distance
from her. "But today is Thursday."
"I know," she agreed and took the few steps needed to be
dangerously close to him once again. Damn it, he could smell her
mouthwatering floral perfume. It wafted up into his nostrils, along
with her strong, sensual scent.
"I think we need to talk to Kevin. There has to be a reason why it's
happening tonight, and I think he knows."
"Then you talk to him."
"Mac, please."
"I'm not interested in having a conversation with your boyfriend,
not about this or anything else." Mac started to turn around, but the
look on her face stopped him.
Cyn's expression twisted as she looked around the crowded office,
at how every agent within earshot strained to listen to her answer.
Those out of earshot still stole glances their way to catch glimpses of
the show.
She snapped her eyes back on Mac. "Can we finish this
conversation somewhere a little more private, please?"
"I have work to do," he protested. He didn't have anything so
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pressing that he couldn't spend a few more minutes listening to her,
but he didn't want her to know that.
"Now," she ordered as she spiked her damn brow. He hated that
look and didn't have an ounce of power to deny it.
"Fine," he growled and grabbed her arm, dragging her over to the
director's office. Lawson glanced up from a mountain of paperwork
on his desk, a confused expression on his face. When he spotted Cyn
again, he perked right up.
"What can I help you with, Ms. Gates?" He folded his hands on
top of the papers, as if that made him look more mature and any less
like a high-school student.
"We need your office," Mac spat out.
Lawson frowned. "Why my office?"
"Apparently, my PR specialist has a problem with talking to me in
public."
"Oh, I have a problem with so much more than that." She lifted
her chin, her eyes gleaming in defiance.
"Uh-oh," Lawson mumbled, his eyes widening as he darted a look
between Mac and Cyn. He finally settled his gaze on Mac. "What did
you do?"
Mac growled and narrowed his gaze right back on the director.
The kid visibly swallowed and shrank back in his chair. "I'm just
being myself."
"Which equates to being an ass," Cyn snapped.
"I never said I wasn't." Mac looked at her.
She stiffened and stared at the director. "I need to speak to my
client alone."
"Well," Lawson started timidly, a nervous smile shaking on his
lips, "technically, the SBI is your client, so if you have to speak to the
SBI, then that's me."
Cyn flashed those green eyes at him. "Oh, really?"
When Lawson caught on to that look of challenge, of crossing her
at the wrong place and time, he jumped up from his desk and
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practically sprinted for the door.
"Just& uh& just let me know if you need& uh& I'll just be out
here." He colored furiously and hurried out of his office, closing the
door behind him.
"That wasn't very nice," Mac pointed out.
Cyn shrugged and casually swayed over to the small couch
against the opposite wall. Crossing her legs, she wiggled in and
opened her blazer to reveal a very revealing camisole. The lacy top
teased him with hints of glimpses at her rosy nipples as they
attempted to poke through the fabric.
Holy shit. She didn't have on a bra. Mac's dick spasmed and
pressed against his jeans, desperate to break free and catch a peek at
the view.
"Why haven't you called me?" She looked up at him with those
beautiful eyes. Damn, she played innocent seductress well. He almost
fell for it.
Almost.
When she casually brought her hand up and slowly trailed her
fingers down her neck, across her collarbone, and then back up, Mac
swallowed down the groan floating behind his vocal chords. He
wanted to take that same path with his lips, his tongue, and draw a
sultry moan from her.
He turned away to stop himself from joining her on the couch and
ripping that barely there lacy top from her body. She had such an
amazing& well& everything. He loved everything about her.
Ah, Christ. No. No, no, and double-horseshit no. Adrian McLane
did not fall in love. He ran at the first sign of the forbidden L word
and the mess it left in its wake. It was the reason he broke it off seven
years ago.
"Bullshit," he muttered. Maybe vocalizing it would help him to
believe it.
"What was that?"
He shook his head, dismissing both her question and the
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ridiculous notion of him being in love with her or anyone else.
Did Cyn turn up the heat in here? Sweat beaded up on his lip as
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"He mentioned a rave tonight."
Mac slowed. That didn't make any sense. Raves happened on the
weekends. Slowly, he turned back to her once he stood a safe distance
from her. "But today is Thursday."
"I know," she agreed and took the few steps needed to be
dangerously close to him once again. Damn it, he could smell her
mouthwatering floral perfume. It wafted up into his nostrils, along
with her strong, sensual scent.
"I think we need to talk to Kevin. There has to be a reason why it's
happening tonight, and I think he knows."
"Then you talk to him."
"Mac, please."
"I'm not interested in having a conversation with your boyfriend,
not about this or anything else." Mac started to turn around, but the
look on her face stopped him.
Cyn's expression twisted as she looked around the crowded office,
at how every agent within earshot strained to listen to her answer.
Those out of earshot still stole glances their way to catch glimpses of
the show.
She snapped her eyes back on Mac. "Can we finish this
conversation somewhere a little more private, please?"
"I have work to do," he protested. He didn't have anything so
Between the Covers 57
pressing that he couldn't spend a few more minutes listening to her,
but he didn't want her to know that.
"Now," she ordered as she spiked her damn brow. He hated that
look and didn't have an ounce of power to deny it.
"Fine," he growled and grabbed her arm, dragging her over to the
director's office. Lawson glanced up from a mountain of paperwork
on his desk, a confused expression on his face. When he spotted Cyn
again, he perked right up.
"What can I help you with, Ms. Gates?" He folded his hands on
top of the papers, as if that made him look more mature and any less
like a high-school student.
"We need your office," Mac spat out.
Lawson frowned. "Why my office?"
"Apparently, my PR specialist has a problem with talking to me in
public."
"Oh, I have a problem with so much more than that." She lifted
her chin, her eyes gleaming in defiance.
"Uh-oh," Lawson mumbled, his eyes widening as he darted a look
between Mac and Cyn. He finally settled his gaze on Mac. "What did
you do?"
Mac growled and narrowed his gaze right back on the director.
The kid visibly swallowed and shrank back in his chair. "I'm just
being myself."
"Which equates to being an ass," Cyn snapped.
"I never said I wasn't." Mac looked at her.
She stiffened and stared at the director. "I need to speak to my
client alone."
"Well," Lawson started timidly, a nervous smile shaking on his
lips, "technically, the SBI is your client, so if you have to speak to the
SBI, then that's me."
Cyn flashed those green eyes at him. "Oh, really?"
When Lawson caught on to that look of challenge, of crossing her
at the wrong place and time, he jumped up from his desk and
58 Eve Adams
practically sprinted for the door.
"Just& uh& just let me know if you need& uh& I'll just be out
here." He colored furiously and hurried out of his office, closing the
door behind him.
"That wasn't very nice," Mac pointed out.
Cyn shrugged and casually swayed over to the small couch
against the opposite wall. Crossing her legs, she wiggled in and
opened her blazer to reveal a very revealing camisole. The lacy top
teased him with hints of glimpses at her rosy nipples as they
attempted to poke through the fabric.
Holy shit. She didn't have on a bra. Mac's dick spasmed and
pressed against his jeans, desperate to break free and catch a peek at
the view.
"Why haven't you called me?" She looked up at him with those
beautiful eyes. Damn, she played innocent seductress well. He almost
fell for it.
Almost.
When she casually brought her hand up and slowly trailed her
fingers down her neck, across her collarbone, and then back up, Mac
swallowed down the groan floating behind his vocal chords. He
wanted to take that same path with his lips, his tongue, and draw a
sultry moan from her.
He turned away to stop himself from joining her on the couch and
ripping that barely there lacy top from her body. She had such an
amazing& well& everything. He loved everything about her.
Ah, Christ. No. No, no, and double-horseshit no. Adrian McLane
did not fall in love. He ran at the first sign of the forbidden L word
and the mess it left in its wake. It was the reason he broke it off seven
years ago.
"Bullshit," he muttered. Maybe vocalizing it would help him to
believe it.
"What was that?"
He shook his head, dismissing both her question and the
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ridiculous notion of him being in love with her or anyone else.
Did Cyn turn up the heat in here? Sweat beaded up on his lip as
the warmth of the room seeped into him. It had to be over a hundred [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]