Seducing the Mercenary. Loreth White Anne

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      “I…yes, of course.”

      “Stay in my palace, be my guest for the night while we sort out your passport issue.”

      Hope fluttered in her chest.

      “You will then leave Ubasi before noon tomorrow.”

      Her heart sank right back down. “So…there’s no chance of an interview, then?” she asked, trying to push her luck.

      He held her eyes for several long beats, as if deciding whether to even answer.

      “What good would a book do me, Emma?” he said.

      She decided to play her wild card. It was dangerous, and she knew it, but she’d glimpsed the little chink in his walls, and being bold enough to go for those barely perceptible vulnerabilities was what had made Emily the uncanny success she was at psychological analyses—so successful, in fact, her peers often joked about her being psychic. Plus, she was running out of face time with Laroque. If she didn’t move now, she’d lose her window completely. She’d fail her mission.

      “A book could show people that you are not like your father, Your Excellency.”

      His mouth flattened and his eyes narrowed to slits. He took a step closer to her, and she felt herself tense.

      “It’s not the truth the world wants to read, Emma,” he said darkly. “What is true is less important than what is widely believed. People prefer to believe in monsters.”

      “Monsters like Le Diable?” She watched his eyes. “Or monsters like Peter Laroque?”

      He came close to her, very close, and he lowered his voice to a soft murmur near her ear. “What if I am like him, Emma?”

      Heat began to burn low in her belly. But she didn’t shy away from the penetrating intensity in his eyes, or from his closeness. “That’s your fear, isn’t it?” Her voice came out a whisper. “You’re afraid that deep down somewhere you are like him. But I don’t believe it.” And she didn’t. She was going on a raw gut feel here, taking one hell of a gamble. “Let me stay, Your Excellency,” she said gently. “Give me the interview time. Please.”

      A muscle pulsed under his eye.

      He leaned down farther, his mouth coming very close to hers. “What do you really want from me, Emma Sanford?”

      She shivered at the sensation of his breath, warm against her skin, and for a nanosecond she wasn’t sure what she wanted. Her heart began to race so fast she could barely breathe. She tried to moisten her lips. “Just…the interview time.”

      He studied her in silence that vibrated like electricity between their bodies, his eyes probing hers, searching for something. Emily felt herself begin to burn from the inside out.

      “I need to know something first, Emma,” he said softly, his eyes lancing hers. “Do you understand just how dangerous things are in Ubasi right now?”

      Oh, boy, did she ever. In more ways than one. She was in trouble. Every warning bell in her system was clanging for her to step away from him. Right now. Run. Flee! This was a man who could convince a woman to cross the line into sin with one little crook of his finger. This was exactly the kind of man she must avoid, the kind of man who got her into personal trouble.

      Except this time she couldn’t flee. This time the man she feared on a very personal level was her professional mission. And this time, her life might be on the line.

      Whether he was like his father or not, Emily had little doubt Le Diable would kill her if he learned she had come to destroy him.

      “I do,” she whispered, eyes burning from the effort of sustaining his gaze without blinking. “I know exactly how dangerous.”

       Chapter 3

      A dark whisper of warning breathed through Laroque as her violet eyes held his steadily. “I saw you,” he said, watching her carefully. “In the street this morning.”

      A nebulous look swam through her eyes. “I know.”

      Something rich and dark slid through his stomach. She’d felt the same connection, he could read it in her eyes, hear it in her voice. Every last strand of primal DNA in his body fought to override rational thought at this moment.

      He loved the way her hair fell in a dark tangle almost to her waist, the way freckles ever so faintly dusted the pale skin over her nose. And he was particularly attracted to the sharp intelligence that sparked in her unusual eyes. This woman presented challenge.

      And nothing fired Laroque like a challenge.

      It fueled a voracious appetite in him—for victory, dominance. It made him want to play the game.

      There was no doubt in his mind that he’d take her physically, should she dare offer.

      But he didn’t trust her.

      He’d be damned if he didn’t want to, though. The notion of sharing his personal story with her was strangely compelling.

      He’d never told anyone his life story before. He’d borne his scars solo since the age of thirteen, pretending the opinions of others never bothered him.

      But they did.

      Deep down, if he really was truthful, Laroque wanted people to understand that while he’d learned the art of guerrilla warfare and the techniques of torture and death from his father, while he’d been forced to follow, and depend on, and fight with Peter Laroque for his very survival, he was not at all like him.

      Yes, he’d become a mercenary, because it was what he knew, and he’d become very good at it. But he had his boundaries. His game was always an ethical one. And what he wanted for Ubasi—for the entire region—was good. Bold, yes. Overambitious, perhaps. But it was for the benefit of the majority who lived in increasingly abysmal conditions in contrast to the rapidly growing oil wealth of a few corrupt leaders.

      The romantic part of Laroque actually wanted to believe that this woman had been dropped into his life like an angel.

      But he wasn’t a fool, and he did not believe in coincidences. He also had trouble believing her science crew would just abandon her like this.

      He needed to check her out. Thoroughly.

      In the meanwhile, he needed to be sure she was safe. His castle was the best place for her tonight.

      “You’ll agree to the interview, then?” Her voice was midnight velvet, soft and powerful at the same time. It was the kind of voice that made a man aware of his sex. And that made her potentially dangerous.

      “You’re welcome to stay the night,” he said bluntly.

      Surprise showed in her eyes. “Is that all?”

      “That’s all. I’ll have my men show СКАЧАТЬ