enigmatic message, did nothing to reassure her either.
‘Last chance’
Last chance for what?
Lucien must have known, when she hadn’t responded to his other messages, that she wasn’t just running late, otherwise she would have messaged back and told him so.
Last chance or what ?
There was any number of things Lucien could do to her. Most of which she knew would give her no pleasure at all.
Her cell phone continued to be eerily silent as she hurried home through the rain-wet streets to her apartment. The sort of silence that made her nervy as a cat and startle at every unfamiliar—and some familiar—noises, as the urban foxes, and yes, some cats too, rooted through the garbage in the darkened alleys looking for food as she passed by, their eyes glowing in the darkness as they paused to watch her hurry past.
Once she reached her apartment she was going to lock and bolt the door, close all the curtains, turn off her cell phone—
“Miss McKenzie.”
Nicky’s eyes widened, the color draining from her cheeks as a man stepped out of the shadows directly in front of her.
Chapter 7
A man well over six feet in height, dressed all in black, and with that distinctive scar at his temple. Dair Grayson.
Nicky’s wary gaze flickered instinctively to the side and behind him.
“He isn’t here, Miss McKenzie,” the man’s deep and mocking voice reverberated on her already frayed nerves.
She felt some of the tension start to drain out of her in relief at knowing she wasn’t going to have to face Lucien tonight—
“He’s over there.” Dair gave a humorless smile as he nodded across to the other side of the road.
Nicky followed the direction of his gaze so fast she almost suffered whiplash, her eyes widening as she saw the gleaming black limousine parked in the shadows between two street lamps, the darkened privacy windows making it impossible for her to see inside the vehicle.
But she didn’t need to be able to see inside to know that Lucien was in there. She could sense his presence. Imagined she could actually feel the weight of his cold gaze on her as he looked across at her.
She turned back to the man standing beside her. “Are you here to ensure I don’t make a run for it?” Nicky tried to infuse some derision into her voice, but knew she had failed miserably.
This man knew it too, as he continued to look down at her with hard amusement in his eyes. “I wouldn’t advise it, not unless you really want to piss him off.”
“Any more than he already is, you mean?” she came back dryly.
“Exactly.”
Nicky sighed heavily. “Your boss doesn’t accept the word no graciously.”
He raised dark brows. “Did you say no?”
Had she? The last time she and Lucien had met he had cooked for her, taken off her clothes, and then placed her across the table like a feast, and made his own meal out of her.
She felt hot and damp between her thighs even now, just thinking of the pleasure Lucien had given her that night.
As for dinner this evening, she hadn’t said no to that either. But then, Lucien hadn’t exactly asked, had he?
Her chin rose. “Your boss is an arrogant ass.”
Dair gave a hard and appreciative grin. “Has he ever pretended to be anything else?”
“Well, no, but—”
“Stop wasting time, Nicky, and get your delectable backside in the fucking car!” The harsh familiarity of Lucien’s voice rasped across the empty street.
Nicky turned, her wide gaze becoming a frown as she saw that Lucien had lowered one of the tinted privacy windows and was now looking at her from the back of the limousine, his eyes glittering like shards of ice, the rest of his chiseled face in the shadows.
“As I said, charm personified,” she muttered disgustedly under her breath.
The scarred man beside her chuckled softly.
“If you wanted charm then you shouldn’t have annoyed me so damned much I left the restaurant without eating my dinner,” Lucien proved that his hearing was as astute as
‘Last chance’
Last chance for what?
Lucien must have known, when she hadn’t responded to his other messages, that she wasn’t just running late, otherwise she would have messaged back and told him so.
Last chance or what ?
There was any number of things Lucien could do to her. Most of which she knew would give her no pleasure at all.
Her cell phone continued to be eerily silent as she hurried home through the rain-wet streets to her apartment. The sort of silence that made her nervy as a cat and startle at every unfamiliar—and some familiar—noises, as the urban foxes, and yes, some cats too, rooted through the garbage in the darkened alleys looking for food as she passed by, their eyes glowing in the darkness as they paused to watch her hurry past.
Once she reached her apartment she was going to lock and bolt the door, close all the curtains, turn off her cell phone—
“Miss McKenzie.”
Nicky’s eyes widened, the color draining from her cheeks as a man stepped out of the shadows directly in front of her.
Chapter 7
A man well over six feet in height, dressed all in black, and with that distinctive scar at his temple. Dair Grayson.
Nicky’s wary gaze flickered instinctively to the side and behind him.
“He isn’t here, Miss McKenzie,” the man’s deep and mocking voice reverberated on her already frayed nerves.
She felt some of the tension start to drain out of her in relief at knowing she wasn’t going to have to face Lucien tonight—
“He’s over there.” Dair gave a humorless smile as he nodded across to the other side of the road.
Nicky followed the direction of his gaze so fast she almost suffered whiplash, her eyes widening as she saw the gleaming black limousine parked in the shadows between two street lamps, the darkened privacy windows making it impossible for her to see inside the vehicle.
But she didn’t need to be able to see inside to know that Lucien was in there. She could sense his presence. Imagined she could actually feel the weight of his cold gaze on her as he looked across at her.
She turned back to the man standing beside her. “Are you here to ensure I don’t make a run for it?” Nicky tried to infuse some derision into her voice, but knew she had failed miserably.
This man knew it too, as he continued to look down at her with hard amusement in his eyes. “I wouldn’t advise it, not unless you really want to piss him off.”
“Any more than he already is, you mean?” she came back dryly.
“Exactly.”
Nicky sighed heavily. “Your boss doesn’t accept the word no graciously.”
He raised dark brows. “Did you say no?”
Had she? The last time she and Lucien had met he had cooked for her, taken off her clothes, and then placed her across the table like a feast, and made his own meal out of her.
She felt hot and damp between her thighs even now, just thinking of the pleasure Lucien had given her that night.
As for dinner this evening, she hadn’t said no to that either. But then, Lucien hadn’t exactly asked, had he?
Her chin rose. “Your boss is an arrogant ass.”
Dair gave a hard and appreciative grin. “Has he ever pretended to be anything else?”
“Well, no, but—”
“Stop wasting time, Nicky, and get your delectable backside in the fucking car!” The harsh familiarity of Lucien’s voice rasped across the empty street.
Nicky turned, her wide gaze becoming a frown as she saw that Lucien had lowered one of the tinted privacy windows and was now looking at her from the back of the limousine, his eyes glittering like shards of ice, the rest of his chiseled face in the shadows.
“As I said, charm personified,” she muttered disgustedly under her breath.
The scarred man beside her chuckled softly.
“If you wanted charm then you shouldn’t have annoyed me so damned much I left the restaurant without eating my dinner,” Lucien proved that his hearing was as astute as
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