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On his way back to Elle’s office, Myk considered how best to present his plan to Elle. His phone calls had borne fruit. Now he just had to get his sister’s buy-in. He couldn’t even pretend to himself he looked forward to that conversation. He had a secret weapon though, and wasn’t afraid to use it.
Elle lived by the motto that paybacks were a bitch and she’d proven time and again growing up that little sister, or no, she held her own just fine with her three older brothers.
Reflecting on that less than palatable truth, Myk looked up to find Lana rapidly approaching him from the other end of the corridor.
His dick took immediate notice. A whole lot more disturbing however, was the way his lips curved into an involuntary smile at the sight of her.
The hard won control he had over his every emotion was about to go to hell in a hand basket too, but not because the sight of the gorgeous double-doctoral recipient elicited a renewal of his fury. She evoked a few strong feelings all right, but none of them had anything to do with being angry.
Every one of them could be linked to the salacious desire he felt toward her. A desire that had kicked him in the gut when he’d walked into her lab yesterday morning and had been wreaking havoc with his body and thoughts ever since. He’d needed focus the night before; to review files he hadn’t had a chance to look at before arriving in California, to get a feel for the major players, to do any of the myriad things related to the case. But his thoughts had been scattered. Memories of their kisses frequently intruded to shatter any semblance of linear thinking on his part.
He could remember every single nuance of her taste and the feel of her body against his. He’d found it a lot more challenging to remember particulars about her assistant or the lab for his notes. That had never happened to him before. He’d never wanted a woman so much she clouded his other impressions.
After struggling to organize thoughts that should have been easy to catalog, he’d accepted that the million dollar question was: would his focus be more compromised by leaving his desires for the sexy scientist unfulfilled, or indulging in their mutual lust?
Which course of action would make doing his job and protecting his younger sister the hardest?
He still did not have an answer.
Or maybe he did. The urge to press Lana against the nondescript gray wall and kiss her until they were both stupid with it grew stronger with each step nearer she took. He needed to drown his desire in her body so he could get back to his job with an unclouded brain.
With that realization, he looked more closely at the sexily intelligent scientist. He needed to drown his desire in her body so he could get back to his job with an unclouded brain. Lana did not look like she’d spent the night contemplating sexy games with him. In fact, she looked more likely to take after him with a fire hose. After setting his shirttail on fire – if he wore a shirt that had a tail.
She stopped mere inches from him, her entire body radiating affront. “You can wipe that predatory look right off your face, Agent Chernichenko. There will be no more kisses.”
“Really?” He so did not agree.
She glared. “Really.”
“May I ask why?” Was she afraid to give into the fantasies she’d voiced in her lab when she’d been looking at him like a year’s worth of chocolate desserts and talking out loud?
“As if you don’t already know.” She crossed her arms and gave him a look that would have shriveled his balls if they weren’t so full from sexual need. “Mr. Smith asked me to rationally consider your request. And I was willing to do that. I really was, but I will not be dictated to in regard to the time I leave for or from work.”
“What are you talking about?” He hadn’t put Lana on a schedule and wouldn’t dream of doing so. It would make her comings and goings too predictable. Even a rookie agent would know better than to do that.
He was no rookie.
“You and your Gestapo like security guard watch dogs.” She poked his chest for emphasis. “That’s what.”