Newmar, Lola - Unzipping Levi [Scarlett Rose and the Seven Longhorns 4](Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) by Lola Newmar Page A

loved to keep her robe on whiledoing her makeup. One of the horses had walked by the window on her left, and its shadow nearly gave her a heart attack. She’d jumpedso hard she smeared the eyeliner she was applying.
    What was frustrating was it was the third time in the last tenminutes that something harmless spooked her. Paranoiathreatened to drive her mad.
    Since being pushed from the cliff across the ranch six nights agoby her gold-digging stepmother, it seemed danger and death wereconstantly knocking on her door. She’d also been poisoned by anothermystery woman and discovered her apartment in Dallas had beencompletely wiped out of personal possessions and with them anyevidence they could have hoped for.
    Grunting in frustration, she vigorously rubbed the black smearbeneath her eye.
    Oh, how she couldn’t wait to have all this crap behind her. All the traumatic experiences were getting to her brain. But she tried to keep in mind that once it was all finally settled, she could finally live happily with her seven new mates, make a home, a family, a life…
    A smiling, lightly tanned Denzel appeared in her reflection as he walked in the door holding a steaming-hot cup of black coffee, no cream or sugar—just the way she liked it. It was in the ceramic burnt orange University of Texas mug she’d come to prefer since moving in a house full of die-hard ESPN watchers. Being in hiding during football season apparently had its perks.
    “Good morning, Scarlett,” greeted Denzel in his smooth, husky Southern drawl. He always said her name so formally, as if it were a royal title of some sort.
    Denzel’s towering six-two frame took up the entire doorway, and his short, dark hair was freshly groomed. But even as he spoke, she could hardly keep her eyes off his naked, tan, chiseled torso when he walked through the door. His dark-washed jeans clung to his thick, muscular thighs, and her nipples immediately responded, hardening against the soft cotton of the robe she wore. Desire pooled in her fresh panties. Knowing he’d likely be able to smell her soon, she instinctively pressed her knees together.
    When she looked up in to his jade-green eyes, he gave her a knowing smirk, the faint lines around his eyes only slightly appearing. The Lenox brother signature. Then she licked her own lips as she looked down at his, so full and tempting and—
    “You’re staring, darlin’. Again.”
    She snapped her attention away from his inviting mouth. “What?” His words registered, and she shrugged before turning back to the mirror. “Surprised you’re not used to it by now.” Then she returned her attention back to the mascara she had been applying before he walked in.
    “Are you ready to make that phone call to your father?”
    Scarlett turned back to her reflection and grabbed a tissue to wipe away more makeup that had smudged under her eyes during sex. “I’m ready. So far, we know my father works at that tall building acrossfrom the Nasher Sculpture Center.”
    “The Trammell Crow Center.”
    “Yeah, that one. Well, I need to contact him to let him know I want to talk to him. I need to tell him about his evil wife. Once he finds out she hired his male nurse to kill me, whom she also happens to be screwing on a regular basis, he’s sure to kick her to the curb. Do we have enough to go off of?”
    He tilted his head to his bedroom. “If you’ll follow me.”
    They walked into his light-blue-and-gray-themed bedroom. Denzel’s room reflected his cool exterior, the colors relaxing and precise. He sat at his corner desk and opened his white laptop. Then he typed the words “Rose, Trammell Crow Center, Dallas” into the search engine, and several links popped up.
    The very first one was a link to Dallas Rose Public Relations, and Denzel clicked on it. It was a very elaborate, sophisticated Web site.
    “Click here, please,” she asked, pointing to the “About” tab. A picture of the man in her locket popped up, and