Chapter Twelve
“Lana, you’re a difficult to woman to find,” he says.
“Am I?” she liquefies hearing Jordan—unexpectedly.
“Either that, or you’ve been very busy.”
“I have. A new show at the museum. Been working overtime.” She’s nervous
“Then you need a break.”
“Yes, I do,” she thinks of him affectionately, as her unsatisfied body quickens, and every nerve in her responds. She feels savage, raw, driven…forgetting Allegro, forgetting promises and commitments. Following her master’s orders, she rejected Armando when she got home the night before, but she can’t reject this man’s invitation to romance, to s*x, to another rendezvous.
“The Regency Arms after dark, take the back door,” he tells her.
“Why that?”
“Don’t ask, just do this for me.”
The request is strange, though it adds mys
