Romancing the Crown: Max & Elena. Linda Winstead Jones

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      The woman was a myopic fool.

      Making his way out of the bar again, he followed them, keeping a discrete distance behind.

      As they walked out of the bar and toward the elevator, Cara planned how and when to make her move. Weber’s room was both the best place and the riskiest. Best because there was no one to get in her way, no one he could use as a shield to make his getaway. And, since the room was on the sixth floor, there was only one way out for Weber. He certainly wasn’t going to leap out the window and suddenly sprout wings. This time, there would be no Dumpster to catch him.

      But it was the riskiest place because there would be no witnesses, no one for him to fear if he suddenly turned on her or tried to overpower her.

      The operative word here was “tried.”

      Which was why she had her gun very strategically planted beneath the slinky white skirt of her dress. She could easily draw it out when the time came.

      Cara stole a glance at the man at her side as he jabbed again for the elevator. She’d known what he looked like, had carried around his likeness to hold up in front of people and help jar their memories, but she hadn’t realized just how unnerving he was in person. There was an aura around him. Though it seemed foolish, it felt as if she was in the presence of pure evil.

      It wasn’t often that her imagination ran away with her.

      The elevator opened. She felt his hand at the small of her back, pushing her forward. They were the only two occupants.

      Cara could feel her nerves jumping. As before, she’d managed to track Weber down by the activity on his charge card. When she saw that he’d checked into the Excelsior Hotel in Dallas, she’d felt as if she’d hit pay dirt. Different than the hotels he’d stayed in previously, the Excelsior catered to a whole different breed of people. The man was moving up. Her guess was that Weber had to be feeling pretty cocky about his getaway. Maybe he actually thought he’d lost them.

      Pride went before a fall, she thought smugly. Which meant that she couldn’t get too confident or she would be sharing his fate.

      Turning toward her, he nuzzled her neck. “How do you like to do it?”

      Cara was struggling not to have her skin crawl off her body. “Slowly. All night.”

      He ran his hands up and down her bare arms, his breathing becoming audible, heavy. “And what will this night of ecstasy cost me?”

      Steady, just a little while longer, she counseled herself. For Weber’s benefit, she smiled seductively. “We’ll talk terms in your room,” she promised.

      “Why wait until we’re in my room to get started?” Grabbing her roughly, he pulled her to him, his hand going up her skirt.

      Quickly Cara pulled away. When he protested, his temper flaring, she pointed to the small camera mounted in the corner.

      “Security cameras,” she told him. “You don’t want some underpaid, pimply-faced adolescent getting his rocks off by watching us, do you?”

      He grunted something completely unintelligible under his breath as he fisted his hands at his sides and glared at the camera.

      The woman with him was hot and he wanted to take her now, while his loins throbbed.

      “Americans,” Weber jeered. “Always watching everything. A nation of voyeurs.”

      Thank God for small blessings, she thought. He’d almost slipped his hand over her weapon.

      Once they were in his room, Cara knew she was going to have to act fast. There would be no time for slipups and what she had going for her was the element of surprise. The man was thinking so hard with his organ that he hadn’t recognized her. She’d gone through a lot of trouble not to look like herself, but a real professional would have noticed the similarities between the pro he was bringing to his room and the woman who had pounded on his door a short while ago.

      Lucky for her, she thought.

      Now all she needed was for her luck to hang on a little longer. There were handcuffs in her purse. It might have been safer for her to have placed her weapon in there, too, but she’d wanted to feel the reassuring press of metal against her flesh and had opted to strap her gun to the inside of her leg.

      Her quarry brought her to his door, unlocking it. Anticipation rushed through his veins.

      “I want you to strip for me.” He locked the door behind her. “Slowly.”

      Cara turned around, stepping back coyly out of his reach. “We still haven’t talked terms.”

      Pulling out his wallet, he yanked out several large bills, tossing them on the floor between them. “There. Terms. Now do your part.”

      It was now or never, she thought. Even if she began to go through the motions to distract him further, dropping her dress would leave her wearing matching bra and panties and a gun that didn’t match either.

      As his eyes bored into her, Cara began to slowly hike her skirt up, swishing the material along her legs, knowing that she was going to have to be fast to get the drop on him. She hadn’t gotten to where she was by underestimating the people she was up against.

      Her eyes never leaving him, Cara slipped her hand beneath her skirt, her fingers securing the hilt of her gun. She froze when she heard the knock on the door. The sound vibrated in her chest, blending with the hammering of her heart.

      Distracted, angry at being interrupted, Weber growled, “Yes?”

      “Room service,” a Southern voice twanged.

      “Go away. You have the wrong room,” Weber barked. “I did not order anything.”

      “No, sir, this is the right room,” the voice insisted. “Compliments of the house. Champagne and a basket of fruit.”

      Weber took a step toward the woman whose obedience he’d just bought. “Leave it in the hall.”

      “Can’t, sir. I need you to sign that you got it. Otherwise, they’ll think I took it and I’ll lose my job. I’ve got a family to support—”

      “Enough!” Weber shouted. Swearing, he swung around and unlocked the door again. He looked at the table that was before the bellman. There was nothing on it. Incensed, he looked up at the tall bellman. “Where is my champagne?”

      “Right here.”

      The next moment, the table was being shoved into Weber. Caught off guard, Weber stumbled backward and fell.

      Cara’s mouth dropped open in surprise. She’d been so busy not underestimating Weber that she’d wound up underestimating his pursuer.

      Ryker.

      It took her less than a split second to come to. Cara pulled out her weapon, training it on Weber, who was sprawled out on the floor.

      “Don’t move a muscle,” she ordered. “Kevin Weber, you’re СКАЧАТЬ