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Were they killers? They looked like the killers she’d read about or watched in movies. Well-dressed, silent assassins who knew countless ways to kill her with their bare hands.
What had they done to Morgan? Had they already killed him?
Shut up, she ordered herself silently. She was jumping to the wrong conclusions. For all she knew they were Morgan’s work friends, and maybe he was in the kitchen preparing drinks.
Yeah right, and she wasn’t the uber-klutzy daughter of a supermodel mom.
No, she had to be reasonable about it before she made an utter fool of herself which inherently was something she didn’t want to do in their presence.
“Who are you?” she asked in her normal voice, hoping they would finally answer her instead of looking at her as if she were an oddity from another planet.
Oh, yes. She was completely aware of the looks they were giving. Their thick shiny brows dipped to the center of their foreheads. Their hands nestled in the pockets of the trousers that hugged the muscles in their thighs like a jealous lover.
Seriously, what was wrong with her?
They were looking at her strangely because there she was, her hair a static mess, thanks to her wild solo sessions, her face without a stitch of makeup and if her cheeks looked as hot as they felt, she sprouted an ugly crimson hue in her cheeks. No soft rosy blushes for her.
To top that off she was wearing a robe that reached mid-thigh, nothing whatsoever underneath... well if one didn’t count the broken piece of a sex toy still very much stuck inside her.
Oh god.
These men weren’t Morgan’s friends. Something had happened to him. Or maybe he was still at work, and they had just broken into his house. They didn’t look like regular thieves though. Which meant they were something more sinister altogether, just as she had predicted before she opted to approach it more reasonably.
She had to leave. She had to get help. She had to start screaming and hope she would be able to rouse someone... anyone from their slumber and come to her aid.
She eyed them one more time before she made a mad dash for the door.
She didn’t get far at all.
One of them stepped forward with the grace of a sleek powerful animal and casually sealed off her means of escape. The scent of his rather expensive cologne caught onto the air around her. Strange... well stranger things started happening to her body.
Lorelei spun around and pressed against the door, hoping she could teleport herself onto the other side instantly.
She gulped down her breath when he looked at her and she stared up into his magnificent dark gray eyes set in a face that was so uniquely attractive, if her life wasn’t in their hands, she would find it hard pressed not to stare openly at him.
His glorious jaw remained tight and controlled. His expression gave nothing else away besides the deep frown creasing his forehead.
This was how she was going to die, and no one would ever find out what happened to her. Or to Morgan.
No. Not today buster.
She wasn’t going to go down without a fight, not on her worse day. All she had to do was lift her knee, smash his balls and run screaming out into the street.
But whatever plan she had to knee him and quickly escape was thwarted when he reached out and took a full grip of her hair, pulling her toward him. Goosebumps littered her skin before she was overwhelmed with volcanic heat.
Her body reacted in the strangest way. As if her temperature had spiked to feverish degrees. Maybe to top it all off she was coming down with some bug as well. That would be her luck behaving in its usual way.
“You want to tell us who you are?” he asked.
“I asked that question first. And if you don’t answer me, I’m going to start screaming until someone hears me and calls the cops,” she countered, displaying a degree of bravery she didn’t feel one ounce of. She didn’t care that she may have squeaked a little.
Also, she hated the sound of his voice. It was filled with too much authority, and dominance and it weakened her damn knees.
He growled at her but in an instant, he unfastened the tight knot of the belt of her robe. She didn’t imagine his sharply indrawn breath when his hand patted her down as if he were looking for weapons but instead found her horrendously naked.
That had to be the beginning of more humiliating things to come her way which seemed to be the tone for her whole freaking evening.
She cried out and tried desperately to jerk free of his hold. The touch of his large and calloused hands on her bare flesh melted her brain. No man had ever, ever touched her naked skin before and it just so happened that the first man to do so would also be the same man who was probably going to kill her.
