Heart of the Incubus by Rosalie Lario Page A

were the ones in the elevator.”
    “At least that narrows things down a bit.” Cresso turned to Mac. “There were eight people in there besides us. I’ll give you their names so you can run an investigation on each of them.”
    “Done.” Mac gave the box in his hands a slight shake. “I’ll get rid of this for you.”
    “Thanks.” Cresso looked at Genevieve. “Why don’t you pack your bag?”
    She blinked at him. “What for? You don’t think it’s safe here?”
    “I’m sure it is, but…” His hands fisted, then unclenched. “I don’t think you’ll feel safe here anymore.”
    Damn it, he was right.
    “Now that we’ve narrowed down our suspects, we should be able to identify your stalker soon. Until then, we’ll go to the hotel where Taeg and Maya are staying. I’ll feel much better knowing they’re nearby and will have our backs if we need it.”
    She took a deep, calming breath. “I’ll go get my things.”
    …
     
    An hour later, Cresso led Genevieve into the Four Seasons. She didn’t bother protesting the exorbitant fee he insisted on paying for a one-bedroom suite and a connecting room. Right now she wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a comfy bed.
    He held her hand as they followed the bellhop through the lush lobby, then onto the floor holding their suite. The bellhop unlocked their room with a flourish and then stepped aside for them to enter. “Where shall I set your luggage?”
    “In the bedrooms is fine,” Cresso answered.
    While the bellhop placed their luggage inside the bedrooms, Genevieve took the opportunity to examine the living area. The walls were covered in textured wallpaper that resembled straw, with dark wood wainscoting along the lower third. Across from a leather sectional were two red-and-beige-striped chairs, and in the corner nearest to the connecting room, a waist-high chest held a silver pitcher and a tea service set. Next to that was a two-person breakfast table set with elegant white linen. It was a lovely room, but small.
    How the hell was she going to be able to stay here with Cresso?
    As if he sensed her train of thought, Cresso’s allure floated around her, wrapping her in an erotic caress that thrummed at the sensitive spot between her legs. He cleared his throat, and some of the heaviness of his essence dissipated. “I’ll sleep in the connecting room, but I’ll feel better if we leave both our doors open.”
    The bellhop came back into the room and Cresso slipped him a bill before escorting him out the door. When he turned back to her, he said, “Why don’t you take a shower?”
    He didn’t have to suggest it twice.
    Genevieve headed into her bedroom, which contained a four-poster bed with a cream, orange, and sage comforter, a matching cream desk, and a daybed. She grabbed her set of light-blue silk pajamas, then slipped into the shower. The heat of the spray washed away some of her dazed fogginess—the remnants of the liquor she’d consumed along with the exhaustion of the past few days.
    Why is he doing all this?
    Maybe Cresso wasn’t as egotistical and single-minded as she’d thought, but he was going above and beyond simple kindness. Hiring a detective, letting her stay at his apartment, even going so far as to rent a hotel room with her. It didn’t make sense. Nobody was that nice. No one.
    So what’s his game?
    Showered and dressed, she exited the bathroom to find Cresso still in the living area. He paced back and forth in front of the curtained windows, speaking into his cell phone. Though he still wore his work clothes, he’d loosened his shirt from his slacks and undone the first few buttons. She glanced down at his now-bare feet. Figured. Even those were beautiful.
    “If we don’t find him soon, I’ll need to—” Cresso noticed her and stopped in midsentence. “I’ll call you back later.”
    He hung up and started toward her. “Feeling better?”
    “Why are you doing this?” The words came out far harsher than