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“Yeah, he didn’t give any name. That seems odd to me.”

“Maybe he just forgot because he was in a rush.” Gregory took her hand and led her to his bedroom, then pulled back the black velvet covers. “We have several extra bedrooms, but you will be safer here with me.”

He didn’t have a clue what kind of trouble he could be in with the gypsy family, just like Damon was, when it came to Sascha. The question really was, how safe would he be with her?

9

Once the police had checked out the apartment, they got back with Gregory, and he put it on speakerphone so Sascha could listen in.

“Prescott Worthington and his uncle-in-law are here, removing some things from the apartment to secure at his house. Mr. Worthington said that as far as he could tell, nothing was taken.”

Everyone knew Prescott, since he was another billionaire and he’d had all the trouble with death threats too.

“Okay, good.”

“They said Miss Lassiter is moving out of the apartment soon.”

“She is. But she’s staying with me for now. Then she’ll stay with Prescott and Katrina Worthington until she’s living in her new house on their property.”

“Okay. Well, a back window was open, so we figure he got in that way. He didn’t leave any prints, unfortunately, and the apartment doesn’t have any security videos of that area,” Sgt. Stronger said.

“All right, thanks.”

Then they ended the call, and Gregory set his phone on his bedside table to charge it.

Sascha stared at the bed, willing her in. Suddenly, her body grew weary. Snuggling against Gregory’s hard, warm physique appealed way too much. But she was sure he would want more, and certainly she did. But she couldn’t give it to him.

“Really, Gregory, I should sleep somewhere else. It’s not safe for me to be in here with you.” She instantly realized saying “no” would be a lot harder than saying “yes.”

“The sheets are a lot softer in here,” he said.

“And the company is a lot harder.”

He smiled at her. She couldn’t help herself. He brought the devil out in her.

“I don’t know what to think of you, Sascha.” He pointed to her bags.

Did Gregory tell the man to leave her bags there, or did he just assume that if she was staying with Gregory, she would be sleeping with him?

She opened a bag. No nightclothes. They were in the other bag, naturally. She opened the other bag and pulled out a pair of shorty pajamas—in a kaleidoscope of bright colors. She went into the bathroom and slipped out of her clothes and pulled on the pajamas.

He pulled off his clothes and slipped on a pair of boxer shorts.

Then she returned to the room.

“I promise I’ll behave myself.” He lifted her chin.

Their eyes met, then his gaze rested on her lips. Yeah, she wanted his kiss too.

His mouth moved into place, possessively conquering hers. She closed her eyes, wanting to enjoy the passion, her hands touching his waist tentatively. A shiver of worry trickled down her spine, and he paused.

“What’s wrong, Sascha?”

She could sense he was concerned that he had moved too fast with her. But she wanted him to make love to her in the worst way, and yet she couldn’t allow it.

The pent-up emotions from losing her powers, then finally regaining them after so long, bubbled to the surface. A tear rolled down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away.

Gregory was totally lost in his feelings for Sascha. He wanted to make love to her the moment he first set eyes on her, and he knew she wanted the same. But the messages she kept giving him contradicted one another.