INTO DANGER (Secret Assassins (S.A.S.S.) Book 1) by Gennita Low Page B
Authors: Gennita Low
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feeling he was close to getting a big revelation, but so far everything was clouded. One thing was sure, though. Harden didn’t think he could do the job because of his attraction to the target. Knowing that only added to his determination to be successful at this assignment.
He, Steve McMillan, had a job. And that was to catch a mermaid. Another M word, he realized with growing despondency. He was much too obsessed with M words.
***
M arlena put her hand on her heart. Her eyes widened appreciatively. Good Lord.
The object of her attention frowned down at her, obviously unhappy with his situation. The corners of his masculine lips were turned down like those of a sulky child, begging to be kissed. Tempting, very tempting.
“What?” he demanded.
The recessed lighting in her bedroom cast intriguing shadows on his handsome face, giving him a mysterious and dangerous air. It just wasn’t fair for a man to have cheekbones that perfect, Marlena mourned in silent envy. Most women had to suck in their cheeks and blow out their lips to get that look. It just wasn’t fair. His smoothly shaven jaw line was chiseled perfection, ending with that cute dimple in his willful chin. His dark hair was combed back, the first time she had seen it so neat. The crisp dark Valente tuxedo emphasized his broad shoulders. Its clean, simple straight lines gave an illusion of leashed power. From the top of his head to his polished new Guccis, Steve McMillan looked as if he’d stepped out of a GQ magazine. He would look good in uniform, she thought, and rubbed her poor palpitating heart again.
“Such beauty,” Marlena mocked, smiling up at him. “I don’t think my heart can take it.”
His dark gaze slithered possessively up and down her, resting a few moments on the bare flesh of her bosom. Her heart beat faster.
“I think that’s my line,” he told her, his lips softening into a reluctant smile of admiration.
She wore the new daring gown she’d bought. That day she’d deliberately chosen it because she’d wanted to turn him on, knowing very well how he hated to be there waiting for her to try on yet another set of clothes. For reasons she couldn’t explain, she found it amusing to tease him, to make him as aware of her as she was of him. She’d never felt the need to garner any man’s attention before.
“You’ve already seen me in this,” she told him, brushing down the soft material with one hand. She adjusted the new brooch holding the gown together under her belly button, arranging the folds of the dress to fan out at the bottom with an artistic flair. It was a delicately designed piece, yet heavy enough to be used for the bold designer outfit. Little diamonds sparkled among fleurs de lis shaped by tiny seed pearls, drawing attention away from the plunging neckline. She had fallen in love with it, even though the fastener behind it had a tricky catch.
“Let me.” He came closer. He couldn’t reach the brooch standing up, so he went down on his haunches, coming eye level to it. “Is this what’s holding the dress together?”
His voice was soft and seductive, and Marlena held her breath as his fingers touched the piece of jewelry, lifting it and the attached material off her body enough so he could properly fasten it. Sheer torture. But it was important to let him take his time.
She closed her eyes, feeling unbelievably aroused at the thought of how gentle his hands were. How could such big hands be so tender? He didn’t touch her bare flesh at all but she felt his warm breath caressing her in a slow rhythm. Her plan to distract him, keep his mind occupied with other things, was working far too well.
“Do you have anything underneath this at all?”
Marlena opened her eyes to see Steve’s dark gaze contemplating his own question. He leaned closer, as if to find out for himself.
“Yes. My Tweety Bird tattoo,” she answered very softly. “And we’re going to be late if you mess with my dress. The trick
He, Steve McMillan, had a job. And that was to catch a mermaid. Another M word, he realized with growing despondency. He was much too obsessed with M words.
***
M arlena put her hand on her heart. Her eyes widened appreciatively. Good Lord.
The object of her attention frowned down at her, obviously unhappy with his situation. The corners of his masculine lips were turned down like those of a sulky child, begging to be kissed. Tempting, very tempting.
“What?” he demanded.
The recessed lighting in her bedroom cast intriguing shadows on his handsome face, giving him a mysterious and dangerous air. It just wasn’t fair for a man to have cheekbones that perfect, Marlena mourned in silent envy. Most women had to suck in their cheeks and blow out their lips to get that look. It just wasn’t fair. His smoothly shaven jaw line was chiseled perfection, ending with that cute dimple in his willful chin. His dark hair was combed back, the first time she had seen it so neat. The crisp dark Valente tuxedo emphasized his broad shoulders. Its clean, simple straight lines gave an illusion of leashed power. From the top of his head to his polished new Guccis, Steve McMillan looked as if he’d stepped out of a GQ magazine. He would look good in uniform, she thought, and rubbed her poor palpitating heart again.
“Such beauty,” Marlena mocked, smiling up at him. “I don’t think my heart can take it.”
His dark gaze slithered possessively up and down her, resting a few moments on the bare flesh of her bosom. Her heart beat faster.
“I think that’s my line,” he told her, his lips softening into a reluctant smile of admiration.
She wore the new daring gown she’d bought. That day she’d deliberately chosen it because she’d wanted to turn him on, knowing very well how he hated to be there waiting for her to try on yet another set of clothes. For reasons she couldn’t explain, she found it amusing to tease him, to make him as aware of her as she was of him. She’d never felt the need to garner any man’s attention before.
“You’ve already seen me in this,” she told him, brushing down the soft material with one hand. She adjusted the new brooch holding the gown together under her belly button, arranging the folds of the dress to fan out at the bottom with an artistic flair. It was a delicately designed piece, yet heavy enough to be used for the bold designer outfit. Little diamonds sparkled among fleurs de lis shaped by tiny seed pearls, drawing attention away from the plunging neckline. She had fallen in love with it, even though the fastener behind it had a tricky catch.
“Let me.” He came closer. He couldn’t reach the brooch standing up, so he went down on his haunches, coming eye level to it. “Is this what’s holding the dress together?”
His voice was soft and seductive, and Marlena held her breath as his fingers touched the piece of jewelry, lifting it and the attached material off her body enough so he could properly fasten it. Sheer torture. But it was important to let him take his time.
She closed her eyes, feeling unbelievably aroused at the thought of how gentle his hands were. How could such big hands be so tender? He didn’t touch her bare flesh at all but she felt his warm breath caressing her in a slow rhythm. Her plan to distract him, keep his mind occupied with other things, was working far too well.
“Do you have anything underneath this at all?”
Marlena opened her eyes to see Steve’s dark gaze contemplating his own question. He leaned closer, as if to find out for himself.
“Yes. My Tweety Bird tattoo,” she answered very softly. “And we’re going to be late if you mess with my dress. The trick
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