Courting Mortality (Brothers of Fate Book 1) by Allyson Lindt Page B
Authors: Allyson Lindt
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some of the frown-creases in her forehead. “I guess I’ll have to make sure I’m not out too late tonight.”
“I hope not.” He couldn’t keep some of his relief from leaking into his voice. He should want her to find a nice guy and settle down. At least her life wasn’t at risk, with someone else. Not the way it was with him. That fact still didn’t console him. Fortunately, they had work to do, and it was a nice distraction. “Planning meeting, my office?”
She didn’t protest, and moments later she was perched on one of the chairs while he thought aloud, and made notes on the white board. “Supposedly, the missing bits will be in by eight tomorrow.” Since they’d been scheduled to arrive today, and nobody had been able to explain to his satisfaction why the shipment was delayed, he’d demand blood if he didn’t have the waylaid packages first thing in the morning. “So I figured we could start at ten.”
“We want to get it done this weekend, right? Why wouldn’t we start at eight? Or seven, with prep. We’re already looking at living there all weekend. Might as well pick up those spare hours at the end of Sunday,” Marley said.
He hated the idea of making her give up her weekend for work, but didn’t mind spending some uninterrupted time enjoying her company. “Seven it is. I’ll bring the coffee.”
“You do know how to treat a girl.” She leaned on the desk, arms crossed, enhancing the seductive curve of her breasts.
She had no idea. He’d jump at the chance to show her exactly how he wanted to treat her.
*
Marley watched Eli sketch a rough outline of the new building floor plan. When he’d come out of his office, he’d looked like a spring ready to snap from the tension. He was slowly relaxing. His arms were loosening up, and his movement becoming more fluid, which was nice. With short, platinum hair, striking blue eyes, and a slender form that looked as if it could wind its way through anything, she always enjoyed watching him work. He was even more attractive, when he was in his zone. The way he sank into the explanation, and passion drove his every movement.
When she’d started the job, she’d felt guilty about staring. After all, mixing business with pleasure had cost her last job—hell, almost her entire career, and it hadn’t even been her pleasure. When she’d interviewed with Eli a couple of years ago, she’d been broke, frustrated, and at her breaking point. Her former boss made sure she didn’t get any good references, so she’d started telling potential employers they couldn’t contact her last manager. That had just made things worse.
When Eli had asked why someone with her qualifications was looking for work after so long, she’d told him the truth, unfiltered. Flat out. She’d been fired for refusing her manager’s advances, and if that was going to be a problem, they could cut the review short and not waste the next hour of their lives. He’d hired her on the spot.
Since then, she’d recognized the fact that there was no harm in appreciating how good he looked. About six inches taller than her meant he was the perfect height. His button down shirts didn’t hide his defined arms, and heaven knew she fantasized about him binding her arms back with his tie. Besides, they hung out on weekends a lot—as friends of course—and he was even sexier in a T-shirt and a pair of jeans.
On top of all that, he was smart. She didn’t have an issue with the occasional intensely graphic dream, as long as that was all it was. She’d do the same if he were a random stranger on the street.
“And no, I promise this isn’t the Death Star.” His casual joke dragged her back to the work-half of the conversation. With some guys, she’d think it was self-effacing. With him, she knew to step back, and look for the hidden humor instead.
“Are you sure?” The retort slid from her tongue with little thought. “Because I’m thinking, if we fired at that
“I hope not.” He couldn’t keep some of his relief from leaking into his voice. He should want her to find a nice guy and settle down. At least her life wasn’t at risk, with someone else. Not the way it was with him. That fact still didn’t console him. Fortunately, they had work to do, and it was a nice distraction. “Planning meeting, my office?”
She didn’t protest, and moments later she was perched on one of the chairs while he thought aloud, and made notes on the white board. “Supposedly, the missing bits will be in by eight tomorrow.” Since they’d been scheduled to arrive today, and nobody had been able to explain to his satisfaction why the shipment was delayed, he’d demand blood if he didn’t have the waylaid packages first thing in the morning. “So I figured we could start at ten.”
“We want to get it done this weekend, right? Why wouldn’t we start at eight? Or seven, with prep. We’re already looking at living there all weekend. Might as well pick up those spare hours at the end of Sunday,” Marley said.
He hated the idea of making her give up her weekend for work, but didn’t mind spending some uninterrupted time enjoying her company. “Seven it is. I’ll bring the coffee.”
“You do know how to treat a girl.” She leaned on the desk, arms crossed, enhancing the seductive curve of her breasts.
She had no idea. He’d jump at the chance to show her exactly how he wanted to treat her.
*
Marley watched Eli sketch a rough outline of the new building floor plan. When he’d come out of his office, he’d looked like a spring ready to snap from the tension. He was slowly relaxing. His arms were loosening up, and his movement becoming more fluid, which was nice. With short, platinum hair, striking blue eyes, and a slender form that looked as if it could wind its way through anything, she always enjoyed watching him work. He was even more attractive, when he was in his zone. The way he sank into the explanation, and passion drove his every movement.
When she’d started the job, she’d felt guilty about staring. After all, mixing business with pleasure had cost her last job—hell, almost her entire career, and it hadn’t even been her pleasure. When she’d interviewed with Eli a couple of years ago, she’d been broke, frustrated, and at her breaking point. Her former boss made sure she didn’t get any good references, so she’d started telling potential employers they couldn’t contact her last manager. That had just made things worse.
When Eli had asked why someone with her qualifications was looking for work after so long, she’d told him the truth, unfiltered. Flat out. She’d been fired for refusing her manager’s advances, and if that was going to be a problem, they could cut the review short and not waste the next hour of their lives. He’d hired her on the spot.
Since then, she’d recognized the fact that there was no harm in appreciating how good he looked. About six inches taller than her meant he was the perfect height. His button down shirts didn’t hide his defined arms, and heaven knew she fantasized about him binding her arms back with his tie. Besides, they hung out on weekends a lot—as friends of course—and he was even sexier in a T-shirt and a pair of jeans.
On top of all that, he was smart. She didn’t have an issue with the occasional intensely graphic dream, as long as that was all it was. She’d do the same if he were a random stranger on the street.
“And no, I promise this isn’t the Death Star.” His casual joke dragged her back to the work-half of the conversation. With some guys, she’d think it was self-effacing. With him, she knew to step back, and look for the hidden humor instead.
“Are you sure?” The retort slid from her tongue with little thought. “Because I’m thinking, if we fired at that
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