The heat from a few moments earlier was gone, r

u a questio

man like this before, not with such an intense desire from just a touch, and I didn't understand it.

ur breath catch and your nipples hard? Or could

ged, feeling equally pinned b

ure out. One minute he was playing me like a violin, and the next, it

y answer to his question,

nger," I finally admitted. "I'm sure you're used to having women melting under your touch every second of the day, but t

tion rolled off him in waves. He wanted the answer to be him? I tried to

chen said from behind me. "If y

ip as we walked the few feet to the table. I could feel him at my back, the heat comi

ates that had delicate red scrolls along the edges. A cup of fruit, artfully arranged, had been placed on the cente

It was like watching a choreographed dance and everyone except me kne

to a private resort with an achingly handsome man, I'd have l

le weekends

, like each bite had been selected at exactly the right moment of ripeness. Bursts of sweet strawberry and mango and p

ls, then set a silver tray in front of each of us. With a delic

stomach growled so loud it c

o wrapped asparagus spears. If anything is not to your

el at how the cream sauce played with the flavor of the lobster without overpowering it, or how the saltiness of the prosciutto

adden asked with a lifted e

hat my plate was empty.

took our plates. "Would you lik

ould be great, thank you." Gretchen smiled a

than

f, I hadn't given a thought to the fact that I was hundreds of miles above Earth. It pro

led amazing. Just the mix of cologne and him. Every time h

ately decorated. This taste of how the other half lived was going to be very hard to give up after the

nd that you graduated recently with a 4.0," Madden said, pinning me with h

ffee to wash it down. No way was I going to spill the truth to him. "I gu

the best firms in the Northeast. Junior Associate would have paid a lot better

know all t

it? Was he just toying with

d. I hadn't thought about that until this very minute. Being a detective, he could have easily said just about anything; that I was a wanted criminal,

able of anything, which was why I'd run so fast a

ew nothing about? What if you were a dangerous crimi

ened to come back up. I had nowhere to go, no escape. I watched Ma

ng like I was, somehow. A criminal. A

could see the astuteness in his eyes. It was no wonder he'd made a fortune in business. Authority radiated from him,

ons in our closets?" I sa

he edge. He looked away then and stared out the window and his jaw flexed. Several minutes passed and I said nothing. Little

rough to the depths of everything I was and I shifted in my seat. I felt like a specimen under a mi

witch from hot t

it? He'd said there was a bedroom on the plane. This was, after all, why I was with

Feel free to explore, or eat more or

ht streamed through the window and he seemed to glow. I chuckled to myself an

sed, and then I was startled into

please. We're getting ready to land." Gret

blinking. "How lo

aid from his seat. "Did you know you talk in your sl

dropped my head onto my hands. "I t

huckled. "Maybe next time I'll g

lease fasten your seatbelt, we'll see abo

t around my waist. Every time I looked up,

tead of letting me make a fool out o

laughed. "Sweetheart, I a

liev

pushed open the door. Madden stood and waited for me to step i

flight, Ms Kinsey," Gre

k you," I

V waited a dozen feet away. A man leaned against the side, and he

d over to the plane. He came back moments later

one more,

ad. "'Fraid that thi

o lose someone's luggage? I saw your driver carry it to..." I

him about that." Except Madden looked anything

reat. I had nothing with me except for what I had on. At least ther

ut we are a forward thinking resort-I don't imagine the others will tak

words. "People? You said the re

ing on the west side of the prope

d jeans. "I'm not leavin

ned wolfish.