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"I didn't do anything goonish," Klaus said, all innocence.
"You stole my car."
"I parked it for you. I often park guest's cars for Mr. Baros."
"So, you're a valet, not a security specialist?" she asked with raised brows.
"Apparently, he's both," Lysander said, finally speaking. "I apologize that my security specialists' methods were distressing for you, but I would appreciate you allowing me to have your wounds seen to."
"They're not wounds." That sounded so serious.
But Lysander wasn't listening. He was in fact, sliding one strong arm under her hips and the other behind her back. Rowan let out a squeak she would deny later having made as she was lifted right against the rock-solid chest that had played a pivotal role in several fantasies of late.
"Now you’re kidnapping me?" she asked with more breathlessness than she would ever admit to, and very little of the ire she'd intended.
"You have not been kidnapped. You came to see me. You see me. Klaus did not steal your car. It is waiting for you safely in the estate garage." He said nothing about Gregor drawing his gun on her, but Lysander had already said he was sorry she'd found it distressing.
Like that was the end of it, like a simple apology could make up for her terror at having a weapon pointed at her for no reason at all.
"If you aren't kidnapping me, then put me down and have my car brought back around."
"We have yet to see your wounds doctored," he replied.
"They're hardly wounds. Just…" She wasn't sure what to classify her skinned knees as. Saying owie felt rather juvenile, especially with how her body was responding to his in such a very adult manner. "Do you ever listen?" she demanded, even as she tried to steady her breathing.
"I listen to you. I distinctly heard you say you want to have sex with me." His deep tone held a wealth of satisfaction.
"Of course, you heard that and ignored everything else I said." Typical man.
"I do not ignore you, but surely you did not come all this way simply to turn around without having the discussion you hoped to with me."
"That was not my original plan, no, but it became my plan after Gregor pulled his gun on me."
"So, you do remember his name."
"Seriously, Lysander. Do you really have such a problem with women showing up at your gate that pulling guns on unexpected visitors is your people's go to?"
Lysander shook his head. "We have had some threats."
"What do you mean we?" She tried to read his handsome features. "Do you mean you? Someone is threatening you and in a serious enough way that you've got your security on high alert?"
The thought of someone doing him harm sent a wave of dread over her.
"I cut business ties with and funding for a group with ties to shady, but powerful businessmen who want to see clean energy regulations loosened or done away with altogether."
Lysander's support of the EU's stance on clean energy was well known. It was one of the things she liked about him.
"And they think threatening you will get you to do business with them again?" she asked incredulously. She and Lysander were not close, but he was a force to be reckoned with in the business world, not someone to be intimidated.
"Intimidation might work for someone without my security resources," he said with a shrug as they entered an inviting living area, and no mention of his powerful influence in the global world of business.
Rowan let her gaze scan the room. This was not an entertaining space for business contacts. Family photos made up a collage on one wall Rowan was sure was courtesy of Iona Baros, Lysander's mom. She'd never taken him to be the sentimental type, but the photos were there, regardless of who had them framed and hung.
A large screen television was on and paused on a stock report. There was an oversized chocolate brown sectional sofa with lots of cushions and a square coffee table that held a coffee cup and a tablet.
This had been where Lysander was when she'd called him. He'd probably been reading the news on his tablet while listening to the stock report on the TV. He laid her on the chaise lounge part of the sectional and sat down beside her, their hips touching, and his body oriented to face hers.
"This is a cozy room," Rowan observed.
