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John had worked with five men on that mission against Orion. One of them was Micah Sloane. Middle Eastern, perhaps Israeli, six two, his black hair short and framing an imposing, arrogant face. If what she suspected was right, this was a dead man walking.
“Excuse me.” Aware of the other men standing behind him, Bailey pasted a polite smile on her face and moved to skirt around him.
“Ms. Serborne, yes?” He stopped her.
Bailey stepped back, staring up at him, her brow lifting as she detected a Palestinian accent.
“Yes?”
“Jerric Abbas.” He extended his hand.
Jerric Abbas, her ass.
She extended her hand. “I remember you, Mr. Abdul.” He did resemble Jerric, who had died in a messy little explosion several years before. If someone wanted to believe he was Jerric, it would work.
Come to think of it, there were a few slight differences in his appearance since she had seen him in Atlanta. It didn’t change the fact that she knew exactly who he was.
“I would hope that you would have no problems with my presence in your fair town.” His smile was shark-cold, rather like Azra’s had been. Of course, Azra had been a shark. Without conscience and without mercy.
She lifted her hands up, palms flat in a gesture of casual disinterest. “Stay out of my way, I’ll stay out of yours,” she promised before moving around him and walking quickly to John’s room.
She could feel the hairs at the back of her neck lifting in warning that “Jerric” and his friends were still watching her. She knew the other two men. They were a part of Samuel Waterstone’s security detail.
Interesting that good ol’ Sam, as patriotic as he purported to be, allowed his men to associate with suspected terrorists. Of course, Jerric Abbas had never been convicted. He was watched closely, until that explosion in which he was supposed to have been blown to bits.
Boy, there were a lot of men rising from the grave lately.
She stopped at John’s hotel room door and gave a quick knock, her back still to the men who watched from farther down the hall.
She was gaining a lot of interest these days.
Within seconds the door opened slowly. John stood in front of her, shirtless, the fine hairs on his chest glistening damply. He looked sexy as hell, mouthwatering and dangerous.
“You’re early,” he announced as he stepped back and welcomed her into the room. “Come on in.”
She stepped inside, feeling something shift inside her, some knowledge, a premonition that she had just entered something much more dangerous and deadly than simply a hotel room.
The door closed behind her, leaving her alone, defenseless, and suddenly feeling more determined and more confident than she ever had.
“So, lover.” She turned to him slowly. “What happened to my bodyguard?”
JOHN STARED AT THE VISION that entered his hotel room and wanted to growl like an animal in rut.
Son of a bitch, she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on. Dressed in a snug sapphire evening gown slit up to her thigh, matching heels, and emerald-green eyes. Her shoulder-length dark chestnut hair was swept up on her head with sapphires and diamonds among the curls.
Full, firm breasts peeked above the loose material of t
he gown that draped over the mounds and drew instant attention to the tempting curves. Long legs made a man think of firm thighs gripping his hips and the treasures to be found beyond.
He knew the treasures between those legs. The soft, silky curls that covered her pussy, the sweet syrup that could dampen her flesh. The thought of it had his cock hardening further, his heart racing.
Damn, he was so fucking hungry for a taste of her that he wondered if he would survive the wait. She was hesitant, reluctant. He’d be madder than hell if she jumped straight into bed with him, but on the other hand, he was going to die of need if she didn’t.
He finally found enough of his senses to question her. “Weren’t you supposed to come across with information first?”
Her brow lifted as she glanced around the room, then turned back to him as though in question.
It took him a moment, but he finally got the hint. “Room’s clean,” he said quietly as he turned away from her and headed for the bar on the other side of the large sitting room. “Want a drink?”
