Under Pressure. Lori Foster

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      In bed. Or rather, one bed, one couch. She made a noncommittal sound and slurped down half her malt to try to cool a sudden rise in her temperature.

      Amused, Leese asked, “What did you think would happen?”

      “No idea, really. I’ve had supposed bodyguards after me for a while now, but none of them were like you.” She ate a few more bites, thinking, wondering how far she could push him. “You’ll sleep here, right? I mean...on the couch?”

      “Yeah.” He finished off his food. “What kinds of bodyguards have you known?”

      How to put it so that she wouldn’t give away too much? If he was as up-front as he seemed and really didn’t understand the ramifications and complications of the situation, she didn’t want to clue him in tonight. He could react badly.

      He could decide she wasn’t worth the trouble.

      Or that she was worth the payoff.

      Just to see what he’d do, she settled on a tiny truth, saying, “Mostly the kind who worked for someone else.”

      He paused, then slowly sat forward to rest a forearm on the table. After studying her expression, he shrugged. “You already know someone else hired me. Otherwise I’d know nothing about you. But I think what you’re saying is that these other bodyguards had ulterior motives...beyond your safety?”

      In a nutshell. “Let’s just say safety is subjective.”

      “Let’s don’t.” Startling her, he put one big hand on her wrist. His palm was hot, his fingers rough, and the touch made her pulse gallop. “You’re either safe from harm, all harm, or you’re not. I intend to keep you safe from harm.”

      Cat swallowed to regain her voice. Get a grip, she told herself. He’s only touching your wrist in sympathy, for crying out loud.

      Because you’re being so damned pathetic. And cowardly.

      And because, as he said, someone paid him to look out for you.

      “Yeah,” she rasped. “That’s how I figured it too.”

      His thumb brushed over her skin, then he patted her—like a dog, blast him—and retreated. “I was hired to keep you safe and that’s what I plan to do. So rest easy on that, okay?”

      No, she wouldn’t rest easy. How could she now that she’d realized she was as sex starved as she was wary?

      Not a comfortable combo.

      Unaware of her inner turmoil, he continued, “It’d be easier to do that, however, if I knew who or what I was fighting.”

      No, it wouldn’t. She figured she had a much better chance as long as he thought things were simple, instead of so very, very complicated.

      But when she looked at him, he was so sincere, so involved, she almost caved. It’d help if he was an ogre. Or at least plain. But she didn’t have that kind of luck. “It is so unfair.”

      “What?” he asked, as he stole one of her fries and bit into it. An expression crossed his face, as if he really enjoyed it too.

      She watched his jaw move as he chewed, and even that was sexy. “That you should look so good.”

      He swallowed and slowly, cautiously, turned his head to face her.

      Caught in his beautiful gaze, Cat sighed. “You really do. You realize that, right? And here I am, smart enough to know not to trust you no matter what pretty words you say or how sinfully sexy you are. I’ve had to deal with so much lately, but you’re here now, looking like you look, and I don’t mean just a handsome face or buff build. No, you have to be patient and nice and all alpha-in-control too, which is pretty damned appealing.” She shook her head. “It’s unfair. That’s all I’m saying.”

      He didn’t reach for any more fries. “That was saying an awful lot, actually.”

      She flapped a hand. “You don’t need to worry about it. I mean, it’s obvious you’re not feeling the same.” She knew it for a fact because he’d looked at her fries with more covetous greed than he’d looked at her. “Just sucks that I have so much on my mind and you keep trying to nudge in there—”

      He choked a little.

      “—but I’ll block that from my thoughts somehow.”

      “That?”

      “The attraction.” Pushing back her chair, glad that she’d left him speechless, Cat stood and gathered up her empty containers. “Want the rest of the fries?”

      “No, I’m good.”

      Sooo good. She swallowed her automatic sigh. Starting right now, she’d stop spouting nonsense. She probably needed a good night’s sleep, then she’d be more mentally functional. “Are you on a diet or something?”

      Narrowing his eyes at her, he sat back in his seat. It was a good pose for him, showcasing those flat abs and lean waist while at the same time his chest and shoulders strained the fine fabric of his button-down.

      “Cat?”

      When her gaze lifted to his, he shook his head, either in frustration or denial, she wasn’t sure which. “What?”

      “No diet,” he said. “It’s called healthy eating because I’m not into poisoning my body.”

      “Yeah, it shows.” She didn’t see any body fat on him at all. Was this a lifestyle preference leftover from being a fighter? She’d love to hear more about that. Later. If she stuck around. “Personally, I love junk food. If I ever start putting on weight, I’m in trouble.”

      “Fast metabolism,” he said. “But you can eat right and still enjoy your food.”

      “Do they have fries in your food world?”

      A grin twitched over his mouth. “Not much, no.”

      “Then I’ll keep living in mine.”

      He stood too, and relieved her of the garbage. “I’ll set it out.”

      Cat stared up at him. She barely reached his shoulder but instead of feeling insubstantial next to him, she felt oddly protected.

      That had something to do with Leese’s overall attitude.

      His shirt, the sleeves now rolled to his elbows, fit his broad chest and hard shoulders as if tailored specifically for him. He wore nice jeans and boots, and he looked like a million bucks in a relaxed package.

      Until now, she hadn’t realized just how sexy “relaxed” could be.

      “Did you want to shower?”

      Her eyes flared.

      Smiling, he chastised softly, “Alone.”

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