AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Despite his kind words, she suddenly felt hunted. The way he stalked toward her, eyes taking in every inch of her bare skin, should have been a sufficient reminder that this was no track coach. This was a man who looked like he killed for a living and hunted for sport.
The killing part of that was scary, of course, but her traitorous body liked the idea of being Baldy’s prey, liked it far too much.
“Think about a safe, quiet place and imagine yourself there. Now start breathing more slowly, breathe in the air of that safe place.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Baldy.” Eleanor tried to laugh but failed. She could hardly breathe with him this close, let alone laugh. His heat warmed the front of her body and her nipples tightened again as she imagined being pressed flat against him, her breasts smashed against his strong chest.
“Baldy?” His mouth quirked again, but his eyes weren’t amused. They smoldered, boring into hers, telegraphing an invitation that was clearly sexual.
She cocked her head. “You prefer Big Baldy?”
“I prefer Frank.”
“Well okay, but…I…” Eleanor’s breath hitched as Frank reached out, letting one finger trail down the side of her corset.
Idly, casually, he stroked her ribs, moving down toward the curve of her waist. Even with that simple touch, he conveyed a sense of ownership.
“Yes?” His fingers curled possessively around her hip, pulling her closer. A few more inches and they would touch, and she would know if he was as aroused as she was quickly becoming.
“I have a rule,” she said, voice breathy. “If I know your name, I can’t play with you.”
“What about me playing with you?” His fingers tightened, pressing into the flesh of her hip with enough force to make her sex even wetter.
“You have to go,” she whispered, the words sounding like an invitation to stay, even to her own ears.
But she couldn’t indulge whatever madness was making her want this man. She’d never crossed the line with a client and wasn’t about to start now. She didn’t get paid for sex, she wasn’t a prostitute, and that distinction was very important to her.
“You really want me to leave?” He dipped his head, murmuring the words into her ear.
Eleanor’s eyes closed and a soft moan escape from her parted lips. This wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t be able to seduce her so easily. Where was her pride?
“I’m having a hard time believing you. Why are your nipples so hard, Eleanor?”
“It’s cold.”
“Is it?” He laughed; she shivered. “I’m not cold. Maybe I can warm you up.”
“I have to go.” Eleanor turned to leave, determined to prove, at least to herself, that she wasn’t completely at the mercy of her frustrated libido.
This time he snagged her elbow in his powerful hand.
“Let go,” she said, pulling at her arm, not surprised when he didn’t loosen his hold.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
“I’m having déjà vu here, Frank.”
“I hate déjà vu.”
“Me too, so let me go.”
“I can’t do that,” he said.
“Who are you?” she asked, eyes narrowing.
“I told you, I’m Frank,” he said, his eyes becoming shuttered, unreadable pools that chilled her all over.
“Oh my god, it’s you,” she whispered, fear tickling at the back of throat.
