gaze searched her face. “I’m fine. It’s good to see you again.”
Turning to him, Keegan’s look changed. Eying him up and down, she placed a hand on his chest and gazed up at him under heavy-lidded eyes.
Hell, under any other circumstances, a look like that from a beautiful woman guaranteed them both a good time. Tonight, it did nothing for him.
Now, if it were Hope standing before him in a dress like that, she wouldn’t get out of the room unscathed.
“I’m Kiki.”
Removing her hand from his chest, he reached behind Keegan’s back and pulled Hope near him. “Jaydan Rose.”
Stepping away, Keegan smiled with aplomb. “Welcome. It’s a pleasure to have you.” Walking around the table, she sat beside Cyrus.
Throughout dinner, Keegan worked damned hard to get his attention. She did things to her spoon he hadn’t seen performed since he and his brothers snuck a porn movie into the house back in high school. She managed to situate her foot in his crotch without slouching in her chair, and she touched her breasts every time he looked at her.
For all of the firepower she shot his way, just Hope’s light fragrance drew him like a bull to a red cape.
Hope told him Keegan was desperate to leave. Tonight, she seemed pretty damned happy where she sat. Maybe she didn’t want to return to her family at all.
“I need to find the ladies room.” Hope laid her hand over his.
Nodding, Jaydan rose from his chair and held out his hand to her. No way in hell he’d let her walk out of the room without him.
Rising, Cyrus nodded at Keegan. “Kiki can show you the way.”
“I’m sure we can manage,” Jaydan said, with a hand at Hope’s back. “We’ll be right back.
He felt Cyrus’ gaze follow them out of the room.
“I’m telling you, Jaydan, that is not Keegan Meeks.”
Hope spoke to him in a stage whisper as they made their way up the stairs and down the empty hallway, looking in rooms. Pissed seemed too mild a word for her attitude, perplexed too mild a word for his response to her attitude.
“She leered at you the entire time. When we get back, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was laid out on the table as your dessert.”
Backing her against the wall, he couldn’t keep the wonder out of his voice. “Are you jealous?”
Pulling back her head, she gave him a don’t-be-ridiculous frown. “ No .”
Of course she wasn’t. What was he thinking? She had higher standards.
“Let’s get one thing clear, Hope: the only woman on my mind right now is you.”
For the first time since she saw her mother’s picture, a sparkle appeared in her mint green eyes. God, what he wouldn’t give for a taste of those lips right now.
But, it was all business between them from here on out. This was no place to have thoughts like that, or think about her incredible breasts, the warmth of her body surrounding him, the sound of her moans and heavy breathing in his ear.
Straightening away, he tugged her down the hall to the next door. Damn, he’d forgotten about the video feed. He had to keep it real or Mitchell would have his hide.
He spoke for their benefit as well as the video. “We’ve got a picture of your mother, a Keegan Meeks slash psycho nympho, and a host that knows way more about us than he’s letting on.”
Hope stopped dead. “Do you think he knows who we are?”
He looked back at her, his voice low. “Baby… err, Hope, if he knows your mother, he knows you.”
The shock returned to her pale face, hollowing out her eyes. “Do you think he has Keegan drugged? The Keegan I met last night was shy and reserved. I tried to connect with her throughout dinner but I couldn’t match her frequency.”
“It’s possible. Hell, there’s no telling what goes on in here. We have to expect anything.”
Nodding, she said, “Dylan said he’s seen her in the windows on the top floor. Do you think we have time to make it up there? Maybe we’ll find some clues.”
“Cyrus isn’t worried about us
Turning to him, Keegan’s look changed. Eying him up and down, she placed a hand on his chest and gazed up at him under heavy-lidded eyes.
Hell, under any other circumstances, a look like that from a beautiful woman guaranteed them both a good time. Tonight, it did nothing for him.
Now, if it were Hope standing before him in a dress like that, she wouldn’t get out of the room unscathed.
“I’m Kiki.”
Removing her hand from his chest, he reached behind Keegan’s back and pulled Hope near him. “Jaydan Rose.”
Stepping away, Keegan smiled with aplomb. “Welcome. It’s a pleasure to have you.” Walking around the table, she sat beside Cyrus.
Throughout dinner, Keegan worked damned hard to get his attention. She did things to her spoon he hadn’t seen performed since he and his brothers snuck a porn movie into the house back in high school. She managed to situate her foot in his crotch without slouching in her chair, and she touched her breasts every time he looked at her.
For all of the firepower she shot his way, just Hope’s light fragrance drew him like a bull to a red cape.
Hope told him Keegan was desperate to leave. Tonight, she seemed pretty damned happy where she sat. Maybe she didn’t want to return to her family at all.
“I need to find the ladies room.” Hope laid her hand over his.
Nodding, Jaydan rose from his chair and held out his hand to her. No way in hell he’d let her walk out of the room without him.
Rising, Cyrus nodded at Keegan. “Kiki can show you the way.”
“I’m sure we can manage,” Jaydan said, with a hand at Hope’s back. “We’ll be right back.
He felt Cyrus’ gaze follow them out of the room.
“I’m telling you, Jaydan, that is not Keegan Meeks.”
Hope spoke to him in a stage whisper as they made their way up the stairs and down the empty hallway, looking in rooms. Pissed seemed too mild a word for her attitude, perplexed too mild a word for his response to her attitude.
“She leered at you the entire time. When we get back, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was laid out on the table as your dessert.”
Backing her against the wall, he couldn’t keep the wonder out of his voice. “Are you jealous?”
Pulling back her head, she gave him a don’t-be-ridiculous frown. “ No .”
Of course she wasn’t. What was he thinking? She had higher standards.
“Let’s get one thing clear, Hope: the only woman on my mind right now is you.”
For the first time since she saw her mother’s picture, a sparkle appeared in her mint green eyes. God, what he wouldn’t give for a taste of those lips right now.
But, it was all business between them from here on out. This was no place to have thoughts like that, or think about her incredible breasts, the warmth of her body surrounding him, the sound of her moans and heavy breathing in his ear.
Straightening away, he tugged her down the hall to the next door. Damn, he’d forgotten about the video feed. He had to keep it real or Mitchell would have his hide.
He spoke for their benefit as well as the video. “We’ve got a picture of your mother, a Keegan Meeks slash psycho nympho, and a host that knows way more about us than he’s letting on.”
Hope stopped dead. “Do you think he knows who we are?”
He looked back at her, his voice low. “Baby… err, Hope, if he knows your mother, he knows you.”
The shock returned to her pale face, hollowing out her eyes. “Do you think he has Keegan drugged? The Keegan I met last night was shy and reserved. I tried to connect with her throughout dinner but I couldn’t match her frequency.”
“It’s possible. Hell, there’s no telling what goes on in here. We have to expect anything.”
Nodding, she said, “Dylan said he’s seen her in the windows on the top floor. Do you think we have time to make it up there? Maybe we’ll find some clues.”
“Cyrus isn’t worried about us
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