Craig, Dede - Three Kisses of Lust (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF

into his limo.
    The back of the lot was huge and mercifully empty. It took her a minute to see the black limo. It was parked behind one of the larger green equipment trucks.
    She jogged toward the waiting car, as quickly as she could given her four-inch heels. She made a mental note to start bringing flats in her bag.
    A driver stood waiting at the opened door, his hand on the handle, his black driver cap perched low, almost covering his face. She shot him a half-lipped smile before climbing in, hoping he didn’t recognize her.
    She could see Liam sitting in the center of the car. His long legs were splayed apart. She leaned in and sat down close to the door, watching as it closed, missing her leg by a hair. She could not, would not, allow herself to get too close to him. She turned her head to him, glad for her sunglasses blocking him from seeing any betrayed emotions.
    He was watching her, his eyes narrowed and his lips set in a straight line. “You know, I’m not going to bite, unless you want me to.”
    She glared at him then looked away quickly. “I’m comfortable, thanks.” She turned her face toward the window and moved her hands to her bag, fingering the soft leather between her fingers. Even though he sat almost the equivalent of two seats away from her, he was still too close. Every inch of her body was aware of his proximity. It tingled and stiffened in place.
    “So, Gia, do you accept my apology?”
    The sound of her name from his lips sent a small shock through her and she jolted. His voice was warm, seductive, like hot treacle. He sounded like he was trying to be almost cordial. So why did it seem more like a command than a question? “Do I have a choice? If not, then yes. If I do, then no.” She crossed her arms over her chest, concentrating on the passing scenery while they drove down Sunset Boulevard. She watched the grittiness of downtown morph at warp speed into the lush greenery of Beverly Hills. So they were headed to the Hills. She moaned silently. The only places to eat were in the various mansions littered across the landscape.
    “Ambivalent petulance. Cute.”
    She could feel his eyes on her, and every part of her body prickled under the glare. Thankfully the air-con was turned up, a welcome reprieve from the external and internal heat threatening to combust in her. The windows were tinted, and she gave a silent prayer of thanks.
    “Where are we going?” She spoke without looking at him. Though she knew it could only be to his house given their direction.
    “You’ll see.” His voice was a strained whisper, almost hoarse, and he cleared his throat.
    The driver snaked up the winding roads toward the glittering homes, most of them obscured by impossibly high fencing or hedges.
    The prickling storm in her body gradually subsided. She pulled her eyes from the familiar scenery and glanced toward him.
    He was engrossed in something on his Blackberry, but otherwise remained silent.
    She couldn’t help looking down at his hands. They looked strong, able, and a small scar stretched across his thumb. She watched his sandy arms, flexing and rippling while he typed on his phone. He tilted his head slightly up and caught her looking, returning the favor with a long and fervent stare, his lip curling up on one side.
    She quickly looked away, bristling again under the intensity of his eyes. They were so serious, yet there was a glimmer of something else. An almost naughty shimmer containing a secret only he knew. Even though her gaze was averted, she knew he was no longer looking at her.
    The driver stopped abruptly, and she saw a set of wide black steel gates opening slowly, before the car moved up a long and winding driveway. The sound of the tires on the gravel echoed and in the distance she saw a large Tuscan-style,, dusky beige mansion. They passed a triple-layered fountain smack in the middle of the driveway, water gushing from all sides in a perfect circular motion, until coming to a stop.

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