Liddie didn’t know the real Parker Maxon. Garrett was sure of it. Now, he had to figure out a way to keep her safe.
“ Where’s your passport, Liddie?”
She didn ’t answer. He brought his hand to her waist and squeezed.
“ Liddie. Where’s your passport?” he asked firmly.
“ Parker has it.”
Damn !
That lowlife piece of garbage took her passport. That fact alone confirmed she didn’t know. It also explains the need to slip her a pill. Parker had to be sure his assistant wouldn’t flee – or find out the truth about this trip.
Ga rrett couldn’t stand the coward who had such a fondness for pills. Uppers, downers, legal or otherwise, Parker was a pharmaceutical connoisseur. Garrett couldn’t be sure exactly what he’d given Liddie – he didn’t have enough knowledge of the subject – but with the excessive fatigue and overt sexuality, she was obviously on a mix. A proprietary blend, no doubt.
Liddie li fted her hand, searching for Garrett’s. He let her fingers play with his, until she suddenly rolled over to face him. With eyes still closed, Liddie let out a breathless moan.
“ I’m so tired.” Her brows came together and her head turned from side to side in apparent frustration.
It was the chemical mix, Garrett realized, that kept her semi-conscious.
“ I know, Liddie.” Garrett reached up and touched her hair. He wanted desperately to pick her up and run out of there, but it was impossible to do without being seen. If they were caught, any chance of a successful mission would be lost. Parker would get away.
Liddie tried to push her face toward his. “Kiss me,” she whispered, arching up with desire.
Garrett hesitated until she grabbed his shirt and pulled. All restraint faded. Pushing her gently back against the bed he rolled himself on top of her. Liddie’s legs spread, allowing his body to relax on hers. Garrett kissed her softly, welcoming the invitation to taste her.
Liddie clumsily pulled at the buttons on his chest. Off. She wanted the shirt off, and Garrett was too weak to resist. On the contrary, he was more than ready to satisfy her desire. He reeled up and pulled the shirt over his shoulders, then tossed it to the floor. He came down upon her again, reaching around and pulling her body up against his.
Nothing was enough. When he kissed her, Garrett wanted more. When he tasted her, he wanted more. Every time he asked for it, she responded willingly. He started to pull at the straps of the nightie and then stopped. He looked at Liddie, her head tilted to one side, her eyes still closed.
What the hell am I doing?
Garrett raised his body in regret and looked at the woman squirming in a half-dream state below him. Better a dream than a nightmare, but nonetheless, this was a dream she had no power to resist.
He rolled to the side and stared up at the mirror above the bed. The pronounced pucker in his pants was beyond an easy retreat, and it throbbed even more as he appreciated the sight of her lying next to him.
Had she been reaching out for Parker? Did the rich bastard actually get that deep into her heart? He took a hand and laced his fingers through hers.
“ Do you know who I am, Liddie?” He watched her in the mirror. “Who are you kissing, Liddie?”
She smiled.
Garrett almost stopped there, but decided he had to know. “Who makes you smile, Liddie?”
She breathed deep, and with eyes still closed, he heard her whisper.
“ Garrett. Garrett Wade.”
He closed his eyes with sweet relief. When he opened them again, Garrett saw long lashes lift to reveal a pair of hazy brown eyes.
“ Garrett,” she repeated to his mirrored reflection. “I’m so tired.”
He felt her fingers relax .
“ It’s okay, Liddie. Go to sleep.”
Chapter Seven
Someone was knocking at the door.
Liddie opened her eyes and saw her own face staring back from the ceiling.
Where am I?
For a moment there was no memory, just the vision of her body tucked tightly under the
“ Where’s your passport, Liddie?”
She didn ’t answer. He brought his hand to her waist and squeezed.
“ Liddie. Where’s your passport?” he asked firmly.
“ Parker has it.”
Damn !
That lowlife piece of garbage took her passport. That fact alone confirmed she didn’t know. It also explains the need to slip her a pill. Parker had to be sure his assistant wouldn’t flee – or find out the truth about this trip.
Ga rrett couldn’t stand the coward who had such a fondness for pills. Uppers, downers, legal or otherwise, Parker was a pharmaceutical connoisseur. Garrett couldn’t be sure exactly what he’d given Liddie – he didn’t have enough knowledge of the subject – but with the excessive fatigue and overt sexuality, she was obviously on a mix. A proprietary blend, no doubt.
Liddie li fted her hand, searching for Garrett’s. He let her fingers play with his, until she suddenly rolled over to face him. With eyes still closed, Liddie let out a breathless moan.
“ I’m so tired.” Her brows came together and her head turned from side to side in apparent frustration.
It was the chemical mix, Garrett realized, that kept her semi-conscious.
“ I know, Liddie.” Garrett reached up and touched her hair. He wanted desperately to pick her up and run out of there, but it was impossible to do without being seen. If they were caught, any chance of a successful mission would be lost. Parker would get away.
Liddie tried to push her face toward his. “Kiss me,” she whispered, arching up with desire.
Garrett hesitated until she grabbed his shirt and pulled. All restraint faded. Pushing her gently back against the bed he rolled himself on top of her. Liddie’s legs spread, allowing his body to relax on hers. Garrett kissed her softly, welcoming the invitation to taste her.
Liddie clumsily pulled at the buttons on his chest. Off. She wanted the shirt off, and Garrett was too weak to resist. On the contrary, he was more than ready to satisfy her desire. He reeled up and pulled the shirt over his shoulders, then tossed it to the floor. He came down upon her again, reaching around and pulling her body up against his.
Nothing was enough. When he kissed her, Garrett wanted more. When he tasted her, he wanted more. Every time he asked for it, she responded willingly. He started to pull at the straps of the nightie and then stopped. He looked at Liddie, her head tilted to one side, her eyes still closed.
What the hell am I doing?
Garrett raised his body in regret and looked at the woman squirming in a half-dream state below him. Better a dream than a nightmare, but nonetheless, this was a dream she had no power to resist.
He rolled to the side and stared up at the mirror above the bed. The pronounced pucker in his pants was beyond an easy retreat, and it throbbed even more as he appreciated the sight of her lying next to him.
Had she been reaching out for Parker? Did the rich bastard actually get that deep into her heart? He took a hand and laced his fingers through hers.
“ Do you know who I am, Liddie?” He watched her in the mirror. “Who are you kissing, Liddie?”
She smiled.
Garrett almost stopped there, but decided he had to know. “Who makes you smile, Liddie?”
She breathed deep, and with eyes still closed, he heard her whisper.
“ Garrett. Garrett Wade.”
He closed his eyes with sweet relief. When he opened them again, Garrett saw long lashes lift to reveal a pair of hazy brown eyes.
“ Garrett,” she repeated to his mirrored reflection. “I’m so tired.”
He felt her fingers relax .
“ It’s okay, Liddie. Go to sleep.”
Chapter Seven
Someone was knocking at the door.
Liddie opened her eyes and saw her own face staring back from the ceiling.
Where am I?
For a moment there was no memory, just the vision of her body tucked tightly under the
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