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I stopped walking and groaned inwardly. “You’re kidding.”
His perplexed expression reappeared. “I’m not,” he said with a furrowed brow.
“I’m Dr. Charles.”
2
LYNX
The lovely creature standing in front of me, the one with big ocean-blue eyes and hair the color of my favorite tawny port, the one I’d recognized the moment I saw her, the one I couldn’t walk away from this morning even though I should have…was the woman Saint referred to as Charlie?
Based on his description of her, I’d expectedCharlieto be someone older, not closer to his age and mine.
I hadn’t recognized her in the photographs in her dossier; they certainly hadn’t done her remote justice. I had, though, the minute she passed me by when I entered Saint’s building. I had no reason to, but I’d hovered at the mailboxes earlier just so my gaze on her could linger.
As she studied something on her mobile, I studied her. It had been three years since I last saw Emerson. At the time, she hadn’t referred to herself as Emme, and I hadn’t known her last name.
I didn’t remember her being as thin as she was. She looked like a runner based on the leanness of her arms and legs. I also didn’t recall her tits being smaller than average, but that didn’t stop them from registering with my cock.
She raised her head, scrunching her eyes. “My meeting is with Adam Benjamin. You are not Dr. Benjamin.”
“He had a last-minute emergency. I’m here on his behalf.”
“Oh. That’s odd. How do you know Tommy?”
I smiled at the way she jumped between topics in a single sentence. “That’s the second time you referred to ‘Tommy.’ Are you speaking of Niven St. Thomas?”
“Right. Sorry. I call him Tommy; he calls me Charlie.”
I shook my head. Saint hadn’t mentioned her nickname for him; only his for her. The other thing Saint had told me, which now made my blood pressure skyrocket, was that he and Dr. Charles had been seeing one another. The wanker was the epitome of a womanizing rake. I’d never known Saint to spend more than a single night with any one woman. Not that I’d spent more than that single night with this one either.
She slid her mobile into her handbag and rested one hand on her hip. “Are you aware that Dr. Benjamin and I were meeting about…” she leaned in closer and looked left and right. “China?”
I repeated her motions. “Yes. I am.”
“How did you say you know Tom—Mr. St. Thomas?”
Still leaning close to her, I breathed in her scent. The memory of the one night we spent together roared through my mind. I wasn’t typically a fan of perfume of any kind, but I remembered hers being enticing.
“I didn’t,” I murmured, closing my eyes to sort the different fragrances in my head. She smelled of bergamot orange, morning jasmine, and evening rose petals, with a hint of vanilla and patchouli mixed in. Its potency made my eyes roll back in my head and my mouth water as I recalled running my tongue over her body, tasting her skin.
When I reopened my eyes, Dr. Charles appeared transfixed. She still stood as close, but her head was angled away from me.
“Are yousmellingme?” she asked.
Caught, I smiled. “Your perfume is beguiling,” I said without apology.
“I don’t wear perfume,” she responded, grabbing my arm with the hand previously on her hip and leading me to the building’s entrance. She swiped a card in the slot by the door and then rested her palm on the dark-gray square beneath it. “Sorry, protocol,” she said, slipping inside the door and closing it behind her.
I was well aware of the security measures in place at MIT. Given the nature of the work done within this building’s walls, security was as tight here as it was at Vauxhall Cross. After repeating the same security process she had completed, I joined her inside.
“I admit to being intrigued by your association with my friend, I mean neighbor.” She squared her shoulders. “My neighbor friend, Mister…”
Flustered, Emerson’s cheeks turned the most delightful shade of pink.
“Please call me Lennox.”
She closed one eye and pointed her index finger at me with her thumb raised, mimicking a gun, and then brought her hand forward and poked my upper arm. “Again, you dodged my question.” She walked into the lift as though she didn’t anticipate I would follow.
