The Pleasure Palace. Evangeline Anderson

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СКАЧАТЬ instead of punching out drunk Centaurians in a dark alley in the seedy port district. Shaina couldn’t stop her eyes from traveling up his muscular legs and thighs clad in skintight black trousers, to the broad chest and wide shoulders in a crisp white button-up shirt. He hadn’t even gotten dirty in the short fight, she noticed with disgust. Brent Tyson had a striking, hawklike face and his distinctive amber eyes were glinting with amusement and maybe something else as he stared at her in the dim light of the alley.

      “What am I doing here? Saving your sweet little ass, McCullough. At least that’s what it looks like from here.” He grinned at her. That self-satisfied smirk Shaina couldn’t stand, showing sharp, white teeth in the half light of the alley. Ty was half D’Lonian. Usually, aside from the amber eyes and golden-tan skin, you really couldn’t tell. But when he grinned like that, it showed. That grin made Shaina nervous because it reminded her of all the rumors you heard about D’Lonian males—most of them too incredible to be real and too embarrassing to repeat. All her girlfriends whispered and giggled about it when they heard she was working with a man who was half D’Lonian. People said D’Lonian men were animalistic in their mating habits, that they had uncontrollable, unnatural lust. She tried to push the thought out of her head and concentrate on appearing self-sufficient and professional.

      “I had the situation completely under control. There was no need for you to interfere.” Shaina lied as forcefully as she could. “This is my case and you shouldn’t be here.”

      “What were you going to do, bludgeon him into submission with these?” Ty cupped her still exposed breasts in large, warm hands and scooped them neatly back into the lacy demi-bra, causing Shaina to gasp. The heat of that brief contact lingered, making her nipples into hard little pebbles as she attempted to close the magno tabs of her crop top, getting them misaligned in the process. She tried to ignore her reaction to his touch and remain professional.

      “No, I was just about to stun him with my tazer before you interfered.” She looked up at him defiantly. Even with the absurdly high-heeled boots, she was too short to meet him eye to eye. Smoothing down the crooked crop top, she tried in vain to pull the micro-mini just a little farther down her thighs. Having those smoldering amber eyes on her body always made Shaina uncomfortable for reasons she was unwilling to explore, even to herself.

      “Oh, you mean this?” Tyson reached into the righthand pocket of his skintight trousers. Shaina’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the gesture as she noticed, not for the first time, the thick bulge between his legs. Part of her wondered if it was any thicker at the moment as a result of having his hands, however briefly, on her bare breasts, but she pushed the thought resolutely away. Ty pulled his hand out of his pocket and there, lying in the center of his large palm, was her lipstick-sized mini-tazer. It still had a small curl of Stiksalot—sticks anything to anything—stuck to it.

      “Where did you get that? I taped it to the small of my back before I left the station.” She reached for it but Ty pulled it back, gripping the miniature weapon firmly in his fist.

      “And you dropped it about three blocks back. It fell right out the back of your skirt in front of the Green Iguana.” He mentioned the local dive the serial rapist was thought to hang out in. Shaina had spent a good part of the night there, letting herself be seen, before wandering slowly away to the darker side streets of the port district, hoping to lure the rapist into following. Instead, she had gotten the drunk Centaurian, who was currently out cold and snoring at their feet.

      “You were following me!” Shaina was outraged. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Ty, my training period is over. It’s been over for months and you’re no longer my partner or training officer—you’re my coworker. That means we’re equals and I don’t need you breathing down my neck while I’m trying to work. I don’t need you to take care of me anymore.” Shaina could feel her pale skin flushing red with anger but she was helpless to do anything about it.

      “Well, from what I just saw it looks like you need someone to take care of you.” His deep voice was quiet and calm, but those wide amber eyes flashed dangerously. “And I wasn’t following you. I happened to be having a beer at the Green Iguana when I saw you walk out. I noticed the tazer fall out of your skirt and came along to give it back to you. What would you have done if I had decided to leave you to your own devices and return it tomorrow?”

      “I could have called for backup.” Shaina sounded sullen, even to herself. Why was it that Ty could reduce her from a grown woman to a petulant child with a few choice words?

      “With this?” He stepped forward, crowding her a little, and ran one long finger along the soft curve of her abdomen, indicating the autojewel in her belly button, now blinking red moons and yellow daisies. The brush of his warm, callused fingertip along her skin made Shaina shiver. “Where is your backup anyway?” He smelled like warm male musk.

      “They’re back a few blocks.” She wanted to move away from him, but, once again, her back was to the wall. Her boots grated against the gravel as she shifted her feet; there was no place to go. “I didn’t want to scare the guy off. I’m trolling for the Red-Head Rapist; he’s been known to hunt in the port district.”

      “Yes, I know. They’re calling him that because he targets redheads, which, I guess, is how you got involved, even though this isn’t technically your area of expertise.”

      Shaina bristled. “I don’t want to be stuck in Domestic my entire career. When Tony from Vice approached me about trying to draw this guy out I jumped on it. My hair just made it easier.” She flipped her long, silky auburn hair over one shoulder with a defiant little toss of her head, daring him to say anything about it.

      “Is that right?” His amber eyes still glittered dangerously. He took another step forward, deliberately invading even more of her space. Shaina held her ground.

      “Yes, it is. As a matter of fact, that guy you punched out might be the Red-Head Rapist, for all you know.” She gestured at the Centaurian sprawled at their feet.

      “You know he’s not.” Tyson smiled a little, again showing those sharp, white teeth. “He’s just a drunk Centaurian out looking for, what did he call it? Oh, yeah—a little ‘sugar pussy’ I believe is what he said.” He leaned in closer, his warm, cinnamon-scented breath brushing along her neck and the tops of her breasts as he spoke, and Shaina felt herself blushing furiously. Goddess! To think he had heard that too…it was absolutely mortifying. She was deeply embarrassed—which must be the reason her heart was pounding so hard and she felt like she couldn’t get a deep enough breath.

      “So you stood there and watched the whole thing. If you were going to interfere, then why didn’t you do it in the first place before he started manhandling me?” She fought not to notice how close he was to her. His slim hips were pressed against her pelvis until she was absolutely sure she could feel the bulge of his hard cock digging mercilessly into her flesh. The heat in his blazing golden eyes was intense and it was all Shaina could do to meet them without flinching. She didn’t want Ty to know how nervous he made her.

      “McCullough…Shaina…” He sighed and took a step back. Running one hand through his thick black hair, he shook his head as he looked at her. “I was trying to leave you alone because I knew how you’d react if I interfered with your sting. But damn it—you left me no choice! I couldn’t just stand by and watch him rape you, could I?

      “I only stepped in at the last minute when it became clear that you weren’t handling the situation and your backup was nowhere in sight. I don’t see how I could have done anything else. Now, come on.” Ty took her small hands gently in his. “You hurt yourself when you fell. I have a first aid kit in my craft. Why don’t you come let me bandage you up? Red-Head’s not out tonight or he would have taken the bait already. СКАЧАТЬ