by J. D. Tyler
“Seriously?” A laugh escaped before she could help it. “You are so full of shit.”
“And like now,” he said, looking smug. “Miss Claire would never have said that, but Anna sure did. I obviously know what I’m talking about.”
“I don’t know whether to be flattered or frightened by the armchair psychoanalysis.”
“Flattered. What else?” Gesturing toward the couch, he ordered, “Sit down. What do you want to drink? Wine? Something stronger?”
Bemused, she did as he said—for the moment. “Isn’t that my line? This is my apartment.”
“You can offer one to me some other time.” He disappeared into the kitchen and began to rummage around as his voice drifted to her. “You know, sometime when you haven’t been attacked by a mugger.”
The image caused her to shiver, and she unwillingly began to relive the encounter. “I’ll just have some water. Get whatever you want for yourself.”
In moments he was back, the sofa dipping as he sat beside her and twisted the tops off two bottles, handing her one. “I don’t often drink this late at night. Gives me insomnia.”
“Hmm.” There was something odd about that man in the alley.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked in concern.
“He talked too much.”
“What?”
“The mugger.” Anna lifted her gaze to see Gray studying her, brows furrowed. “He was all talk. He never did much except push me around and scare me. Isn’t that weird?”
Gray leaned forward. “What else?”
“He smelled nice, like he had on his best cologne. And . . .”
“And?”
She gasped. “The man wasn’t armed! He didn’t have anything in his hands.”
“Are you sure? Could be that it happened so fast, you missed a small knife or something in his grasp.”
“No, I’m positive. The mugger wasn’t armed, he spoke articulately, and he smelled nice. Something is off about the whole thing.”
“That is strange,” he said thoughtfully. “You should be more careful from now on. In fact, I’ll be walking you home for a while. Just in case.”
In case the man returned. Fear overrode the inner whispering that it was smart to keep a distance from this sexy man, no matter how much she wanted him. “All right.”
Their eyes met and a strange flutter of butterfly wings took off in her stomach. Gray was looking at her as though she was the answer to every question he had, and it was wonderful. Confusing. Arousing.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said with reverence, touching her face with the pads of his fingers.
“I don’t remember the last time anyone told me that.”
“You deserve to hear that every single day, because it’s true.”
“Thank you.” Drawn to him, she reached up and traced his lips with one finger. “You’re a very handsome man yourself.”
“I wasn’t fishing.”
“I didn’t think you were.” She paused. “Why me?”
His face registered surprise. “Why am I interested in you?”
“Yes.”
“Besides your beauty, you’re smart, successful. Kind. I think you need to unwind a lot, and I want to help you do that.”
God, he smelled good. Woodsy and manly, and it made her body ache to be touched. Completed. “Then help me, Gray.”
For a few moments he didn’t speak. His hand covered hers and he waited, giving her time to voice an objection. When it didn’t come, he leaned over and closed the distance between them. Brought their lips together, parted hers with his tongue.
His kiss was liquid fire. Slowly, he licked her mouth, his sensual exploration sparking an electrical storm throughout her body. All thoughts of why it was a bad idea to see an employee blew to dust. Pushing into him, she sought more. Needed more from this man. It had been far too long since she’d come alive this way.
All too soon, the kiss was over and Gray moved back. Confused, she tried to pull herself together.
“Will you be okay tonight?”
Only if you stay. But of course she wouldn’t say the words.
“Yes, I’ll be fine.” She forced a smile. “Go on, get some rest. You’re on the late shift again tomorrow.”
Rising, he looked down at her. He didn’t seem eager to go—more like resigned that it was for the best. And it was.
“Give me your cell phone.”
“Why?”
“So I can program my number in for you.”
“Oh. Okay.” Fishing around in her purse, she found the device and handed it over.
He punched a long series of buttons; then he handed it back. “Here you go. Call me if you need anything at all, Anna.”
Her name on his lips, the intensity of his gaze made her feel like a wounded antelope in the sights of a lion. The thing was, she didn’t want to escape.
“I will.”
With that promise extracted, he gave her a wicked half smile and walked out the door, shutting it softly behind him. Following him, she looked up and then stood gazing at the colors in her living room, trying to see them—and herself—through his eyes.
Brown for steadiness and strength, red for excitement. Being alive.
Somehow, it seemed he’d taken all of the red with him when he left.
• • •
Grayson closed the door behind him and stood in the middle of his sparsely furnished apartment, frustration and guilt riding him hard.
As he’d started getting to know Anna Claire over the past few weeks, he’d slowly come to realize she was nothing like he’d first assumed. He’d thought she was too straitlaced and wondered why she hadn’t snapped like a brittle twig. Maybe a little stuck-up, too. But she wasn’t.
She was driven, determined, smart, and sexy. Kind to her employees and patrons, yet aloof to the former, perhaps because she was their boss. The woman was complicated, and yet he felt he was coming to understand what made her tick. She needed to have some fun, enjoy life a little.
He intended to help her along in that area.
A knock at the door interrupted his musings. “You took a hell of a risk,” he growled as he opened the door. “Don’t you ever use your brain?”
Simon King strolled inside and faced him, wearing a grin. “I changed clothes, and nobody saw me come here. It’s not like she got a good look at me anyhow.”
Gray rolled his eyes. “She knows something is off, you idiot. Once she calmed down and had time to pull herself together, she said you were too articulate and you smelled good. And it didn’t escape her notice that you weren’t armed.”
The cocky grin slid off his face. Good.
“Shit. I didn’t expect her to be so aware of those kinds of details. Most women wouldn’t be when they’re so scared.”
“Anna’s not most women, Simon.” Gray sighed.
“Yeah? Well, at least we accomplished our goal,” his partner pointed out. “You got invited into the lioness’s den. The question is, did you get a free pass to go back?”
“Most likely. She’s a tough one, but I think this was the edge I needed.”
Simon considered that. Thankfully, he didn’t mention just how far Gray might still have to go to capture their prey. “Did you get the trace put on her cell phone?” he asked instead.
“Yeah. I’ll get the rest in place next time I go over there.”
“Which will be when?”
“Hopefully tomorrow.”
“It would be quicker if you just broke in and did the job.”
“And more risky, too, in a building like this with all the apartment doors facing the hallway and no access from the outside. No, being invited in is a much better scenario.”
“All right. It’s your call.” Simon paused. “Who do you like for this, partner? Honestly?”
Gray rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s the million-dollar question.”
And that’s why he and his partner were on this case, and why Gray had infiltrated the
staff of Floor Fifty-Five. Several of Anna’s employees were running drugs, using the restaurant as a cover and base of operations. His job was to learn the names of everyone involved, how and where they were hiding the drugs—and whether Anna was in on the scheme.
Lowering himself into an easy chair, he answered, “I’m the low man there, so working my way into confidences is proving harder than I expected.”
“Whoever’s behind this is mob-connected, my friend. They’re going to be suspicious of anyone new and it will take too long to earn their trust, so forget making buddies. Just find the evidence and get out.”
“I have to tell you, my gut says Anna’s not involved.”
“You sure that’s not your dick doing the talking?”
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Gray laughed. “Not at all.”
“That’s what I figured.” His partner shook his head. “Be careful, okay?”
“I wouldn’t be anything less.”
But after Simon left, he couldn’t help but think careful wasn’t going to be a word that applied at all where Anna was concerned.
