Honor 03 - Love And Honor
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When shed left the office after assuring him that she had every intention of doing just that, Doyle was walking toward her. They had approached each other from opposite ends of the hallway, their eyes riveted on one another, their bodies tensed and ready for a fight.
As he drew near, Doyle hissed through clenched teeth, "You got lucky this time, Roberts, but I'd watch my back if I were you. You wont be able to hide behind Blair Powell forever."
It grated on her to even hear him say Blairs name, but she just smiled. "You still trying to scare me, Doyle? I thought by now even youd be smart enough to figure out that doesn't work."
He lifted a fist and rocked forward on the balls of his feet, his jaw muscles bulging, but he stopped before he touched her. She remained motionless, her hands open and loose by her sides. She would love to jam her fist in his throat, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of goading her into it.
"You weren't good enough for her, Roberts." His face was flushed, his eyes hot with hatred. "She deserved better than you."
Cam's face never changed, but her eyes hardened. When she spoke, her voice was level and edged with flint. "You know, Doyle, that may be. But I know Janet was too good for you, and so did she."
And then she stepped around him and walked away, leaving him staring speechless at her back.
Sighing, Cam reached for Blair's hand and drew it to her lips. Softly, she kissed her palm. "I'd say Doyle has paid a high price for revenge."
"I don't think so, Blair grumbled, but the night was gorgeous and so was her lover and she couldn't hold onto the anger any longer. Moving closer, she rested her head against Cam's shoulder. "I love you."
"I love to hear you say that," Cam murmured. She kissed Blair's temple, then laughed softly. "Do you think the ambassador will be terminally insulted that you stole away early from his gala?"
"I doubt that he even noticed. I'm sure he was too busy glad-handing to care what I was doing."
"Well, the ambassador might not have noticed you, but the ambassador's wife certainly did," Cam observed archly.
Blair chuckled and slid her arm underneath Cam's dinner jacket and encircled her waist. "I can't imagine what you mean, Commander."
"I mean that if she had looked at you much longer with that exceptionally eager expression in her eyes, I was going to have to create an international incident."
"You cant seriously be jealous?" Blair laughed out loud.
"Oh no?" Cam turned and rested one hip against the railing, pulling Blair into her arms. Bending close, her mouth against Blair's ear, she murmured, "You are a very beautiful woman, Ms. Powell. And in this dress, I might add, a spectacularly sexy one. She wasn't the only one watching you tonight."
"The only person's attention I'm interested in is yours," Blair said huskily, linking her hands behind Cam's neck. They fit together seamlessly, and she felt the heat of Cams body through the sheer material of her dress. "And at the moment, I'd like quite a bit more of your attention."
"Unfortunately, you're going to have to wait," Cam whispered, but her own voice shook with a swift surge of desire. “I dont think even Stark could pretend to ignore us if I did what Im thinking of doing right here.
Blair pulled her close and kissed her, a fierce, demanding kiss that deepened as their bodies molded to one another. When she drew back, she gasped, "Patience is not my long suit."
Cam brushed her thumb along the line of Blairs jaw. "I like you hungry."
"I'm hungry now."
Blair slid her hand down Cams chest, over her abdomen, and pressed her fingers fleetingly between her lovers thighs, smiling to herself when Cam stiffened and bite back a groan.
"Let's walk for awhile, Cam whispered, her blood racing. “Then well stop at the first little hotel we find and get a room for the night.
"What about Stark and Fielding?" Blair asked, inclining her head toward the darkness behind them.
"Once we're settled, I'll tell them to take the rest of the night off." Cam laughed. "I seem to recall that Renee Savard took a week's vacation and just happened to decide to spend it in Paris. I doubt very much that Stark will complain about working a few hours less tonight."
"You know," Blair mused, linking her fingers once again with her lover. "There are some real advantages to your position, Commander."
As they began to walk beneath the stars in the city made for lovers, Cam replied softly, "I love my work."
Blair laughed, embracing the woman--and the love--that had taught her that freedom is a thing of the heart.
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