INTO DANGER (Secret Assassins (S.A.S.S.) Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

twelfth floor, he walked down the carpeted corridors. Every nerve in his body was wired, and not from the three cups of caffeine in him. He liked the feeling. Reminded him of old times, even though he wasn’t in fatigues. That woman behind those closed doors was a worthy opponent. He intended to find out what he needed from her, one way or another. She wasn’t going to slip away, not if he could help it.
    He buzzed the intercom.
    “Come on in, it isn’t locked, Stash.”
    He placed his hand on the door handle, his lips quirking. The image of her in that black lacy bra and panties floated into his mind. He’d gone to sleep last night and awakened this morning with that teasing scene taking a toll on his body. He was going to have a hard time looking at her and not seeing that vision. He turned the knob.
    One different approach—today he would improvise. This boy-toy business the unit had given him was fine as long as Marlena wasn’t suspicious. In special operations situations, the best weapon was sneak attack. Do the unexpected.
    Steve opened the door, not sure what to expect, but he was used to walking into the unknown, aware that every step ahead might be a land mine. This very civilized setting was just camouflage. The woman in there somewhere was very capable of injuring him.
    “Come right in. I’m in the kitchen.”
    He turned and followed the voice. She didn’t sound like she had murder on her mind. He halted at the sight of her in the small kitchen, looking really incongruous in her leather pants and black singlet. She was flipping pancakes like a pro. There was a stackful on the plate by the oven, so she must have been doing this for a while.
    “Hungry?” he asked, eyeing the stack.
    “Not for pancakes,” she said, and flipped the last one expertly high up in the air. “But this is a fun way to pass the time.”
    Well, what did he expect from the unexpected? She was flipping pancakes. Then he remembered that one of the micro eyes she’d left was in the kitchen directly overhead. She’d spent the last hour flipping pancakes for the benefit of her audience—her way, he guessed, of flipping them off. He almost looked directly up at the light above where the camera was hidden, just to smirk, but he kept his attention on the exasperating woman by the stove.
    “Want some?” she asked.
    He shook his head. “I already ate. But I did bring you some muffins.” He held up a small lunch bag.
    “Muffins?” Marlena arched a brow.
    “I think your original instructions asked for muffins in the fridge, but I thought you’d prefer fresh-baked ones.” Steve opened the bag and took out one. “Peaches and cream, bet you never had this kind before.”
    He approached her, keeping his hands in her sight, and when he was close enough, he lifted the muffin to her lips. She never hesitated. Leaning forward, one hand still holding the griddle and the other a spatula, she took a bite. Then another. She put the pan down.
    Her eyes were bluer this morning. There was still desire in them. And curiosity. She might be planning to eliminate him but she still wanted him, and for some reason, that pleased him. Of course she wasn’t going to mention anything about last night yet. She was waiting for him to slip up.
    “You like?” he asked instead.
    Her teeth were small and perfect as she smiled back at him, as if something pleased her. “I like.” She licked the crumbs from her lips.
    “Are we still going shopping?” He stared at her lips.
    “Did you think you could get out of it, Stash?” Her smile turned mocking. He knew she was thinking about last night. “You know, some men would do anything to avoid shopping. To me, it’s a perfect cure for a headache or a bad mood.”
    He glanced at the pancakes. “Do you? Have a headache?” He stepped closer and caught a whiff of her perfume. “Cooking’s not the cure, you know.”
    “The headache is from the drink you made me last night,” she wryly told him. “As for