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I smiled slowly, and flared my nostrils as his desire surged. Such a sweet, sweet scent. "Why don't you take a seat on the chaise lounge, and we'll find out."
"It looks rather skinny," he said, barely even glancing at it.
"But it's perfect for what we need." I added telepathically, "And if you don't sit soon, they may think something is wrong."
As he sat down, I muted the lights and turned up the music. With the erotic, exotic music filling the silence, I walked over and straddled the lounge-and him.
"Now I see why it's smaller." A smile teased his luscious mouth as he lay back on the lounge and watched me with hungry eyes.
"It would be awfully hard to be sexy when a normal chaise lounge is considerably wider," I agreed, and slowly began to move in time to the music, my dance as sensual and erotic as the music.
I was only straddling his legs at the moment, allowing him plenty of time to admire my body and movement. As the tempo of the music increased, so did mine. Little by little, I edged my way up his body toward his crotch.
"Can I ask a question?" he said after a while, his voice several tones huskier than normal.
So much for being unaffected. "You can ask anything you want. Whether I answer is another matter."
What those strange bulges under your bodice, or is that a trade secret?
I smiled. A woman has to keep her holy water somewhere close and safe, because you just never know when another hellhound is going to pop out at her.
He snorted softly. You really are a most intriguing woman, Riley Jenson. It's a shame you work for who you do.
And why is that? I shook loose one of the scarves and tossed it lightly at his face.
He caught it with a smile, his nostrils flaring as he drew in the scents on it. Because you and I would make a rather good team.
No, we wouldn't. Were totally different.
We're both killers, Riley, whether you like to admit it or not.
That may be true, but I kill to save others. You kill for profit.
You kill because you like the kill. Admit it.
I kill because I've learned the hard way that others suffer or die if I don't, I don't deny I enjoy the chase, but the kill? Never.
I don't believe you. You re too good at what you do for it not to be enjoyable.
I opened my mouth to refute his statement, but the words never came out because the room suddenly got colder.
Colder in an all too familiar way.
Goose bumps raced up my arms and I looked away from Kye, my gaze doing a sweep of the room. There was no smoke, no insubstantial wisps, hiding in any of the corners, and yet there was no mistaking the fierce chill that suddenly rode the air.
There was a soul here somewhere, and it wanted to speak.
"What the fuck?" Kye said, his head suddenly whipping toward the right corner.
There was no soul to be seen there, yet it did seem to be the main source of the chill.
But how the fuck was he sensing it?
I glanced at him sharply, briefly stopping the dance then forcing myself to keep going as I remembered the watching cameras. What do you feel?
I don't know. He frowned. It feels like death. Cold, cold death.
And he should know, having dished it out often enough.
