that, a few years ago, a lawyer named Tom worked for Luther. The guy wanted Zoe to marry him.”
Surprise rippled across Percy’s face. Then he frowned at his computer scene. “That the same fucking guy?”
Russell glanced at Lauren. His face was grim. “I think we need to find out that shit, right now.”
And I think we need to find out who the hell wants Zoe dead. Who is pulling all the strings?
But she was supposed to follow orders. Wasn’t that what a good agent did? So she said, “Any idea where this Xavier Winters is right now?”
Percy’s jaw hardened. “Yeah…He’s in Vegas.”
Chapter Eight
The desire she felt for Victor always surprised Zoe. It should be wrong to want someone so much, to need another person so completely.
When Victor’s lips touched hers, Zoe’s heart seemed to stutter for a moment in her chest. She opened her mouth to him, kissed him back with quick eagerness.
She didn’t like playing games. Didn’t like pretending. Life was so short. What was the point in pretending?
She wanted Victor. Wanted him with a hot lust that she hadn’t felt for others. Oh, sure, she’d been attracted to other men. She’d found pleasure with them. Tom had been a good lover but…
Victor is different. Everything is different with him.
When she’d seen him and Jasmine standing so close together, when Zoe had heard Jasmine say that she loved Victor…
I wanted to attack her.
Not a normal reaction. She’d never felt jealousy before. Envy, yes, definitely. She’d envied the lives that others had. Envied their easy happiness.
But she’d never been jealous, not until she’d heard Jasmine speak so easily of love with Victor. Not until she’d seen…
Emotion, in his eyes. No shadows. No guarded expression. He cared for Jasmine. It was right there for me to see.
And Zoe had wanted Victor to look at her that way, too.
He licked her lower lip. His tongue thrust into her mouth as he tasted her. The glass was cold behind her back, and he was so incredibly hot. She could feel the hard length of his arousal pressed against her.
Her nipples were tight, aching.
Just from a kiss.
His head lifted. His gleaming eyes met hers.
He still held her wrists captive. Still seemed to surround her with his heat and power. She stared at him, a thousand thoughts flying through her head.
Wrong man.
Wrong place.
Wrong life.
He was so wrong for her, in so many ways. But he was also the only man that had ever felt right. He’d saved her, again and again. Killed for her.
Was it any wonder that she was falling in love with him? “Victor…”
He kissed her again. A quick, hot, open-mouthed kiss.
This desire isn’t natural.
Maybe…maybe the attraction for him was due to some kind of weird hero issue that she had. When your father was a villain, maybe you rebelled against him and that rebellion took the form of attaching to the good guys.
Victor had saved her life—at least twice, maybe three times—but she’d started to lose count. Perhaps that was why she wanted him so much.
Or maybe…
He nibbled on her lower lip.
Maybe it’s because he’s…Victor.
And she really wanted to just give in to her need. To make love with him, right then, right there but… “Let me go.”
He stiffened against her.
Then he instantly freed her hands and stepped back. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice stilted. “I didn’t mean—”
“I’m not staying here tonight.”
“What?”
“I’m sure Drake has a really wonderful team of security agents. Top notch, truly. But Michelle is my friend. I know her. I know the places she’d go to hang out. The places she’d go to hide.
I
have to search for her. I can’t just stay in this place, be in the lap of luxury with you, while she’s out there…” It wouldn’t be right. She’d come to Vegas before, looking for Michelle, but Zoe had been dragged back into hiding before she could find her friend.
No one will stop me this time.
“I want to stay with you.” That
Surprise rippled across Percy’s face. Then he frowned at his computer scene. “That the same fucking guy?”
Russell glanced at Lauren. His face was grim. “I think we need to find out that shit, right now.”
And I think we need to find out who the hell wants Zoe dead. Who is pulling all the strings?
But she was supposed to follow orders. Wasn’t that what a good agent did? So she said, “Any idea where this Xavier Winters is right now?”
Percy’s jaw hardened. “Yeah…He’s in Vegas.”
Chapter Eight
The desire she felt for Victor always surprised Zoe. It should be wrong to want someone so much, to need another person so completely.
When Victor’s lips touched hers, Zoe’s heart seemed to stutter for a moment in her chest. She opened her mouth to him, kissed him back with quick eagerness.
She didn’t like playing games. Didn’t like pretending. Life was so short. What was the point in pretending?
She wanted Victor. Wanted him with a hot lust that she hadn’t felt for others. Oh, sure, she’d been attracted to other men. She’d found pleasure with them. Tom had been a good lover but…
Victor is different. Everything is different with him.
When she’d seen him and Jasmine standing so close together, when Zoe had heard Jasmine say that she loved Victor…
I wanted to attack her.
Not a normal reaction. She’d never felt jealousy before. Envy, yes, definitely. She’d envied the lives that others had. Envied their easy happiness.
But she’d never been jealous, not until she’d heard Jasmine speak so easily of love with Victor. Not until she’d seen…
Emotion, in his eyes. No shadows. No guarded expression. He cared for Jasmine. It was right there for me to see.
And Zoe had wanted Victor to look at her that way, too.
He licked her lower lip. His tongue thrust into her mouth as he tasted her. The glass was cold behind her back, and he was so incredibly hot. She could feel the hard length of his arousal pressed against her.
Her nipples were tight, aching.
Just from a kiss.
His head lifted. His gleaming eyes met hers.
He still held her wrists captive. Still seemed to surround her with his heat and power. She stared at him, a thousand thoughts flying through her head.
Wrong man.
Wrong place.
Wrong life.
He was so wrong for her, in so many ways. But he was also the only man that had ever felt right. He’d saved her, again and again. Killed for her.
Was it any wonder that she was falling in love with him? “Victor…”
He kissed her again. A quick, hot, open-mouthed kiss.
This desire isn’t natural.
Maybe…maybe the attraction for him was due to some kind of weird hero issue that she had. When your father was a villain, maybe you rebelled against him and that rebellion took the form of attaching to the good guys.
Victor had saved her life—at least twice, maybe three times—but she’d started to lose count. Perhaps that was why she wanted him so much.
Or maybe…
He nibbled on her lower lip.
Maybe it’s because he’s…Victor.
And she really wanted to just give in to her need. To make love with him, right then, right there but… “Let me go.”
He stiffened against her.
Then he instantly freed her hands and stepped back. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice stilted. “I didn’t mean—”
“I’m not staying here tonight.”
“What?”
“I’m sure Drake has a really wonderful team of security agents. Top notch, truly. But Michelle is my friend. I know her. I know the places she’d go to hang out. The places she’d go to hide.
I
have to search for her. I can’t just stay in this place, be in the lap of luxury with you, while she’s out there…” It wouldn’t be right. She’d come to Vegas before, looking for Michelle, but Zoe had been dragged back into hiding before she could find her friend.
No one will stop me this time.
“I want to stay with you.” That
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