to do this, but the chit had forced his hand. “We’ve only just become acquainted. I insist you extend your visit.”
Chapter Three
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“I can’t stay here,” Sidney sputtered, dismayed at his suggestion.
“But you will.” Navarro took another lazy sip of brandy.
He sat so calmly she wanted to kick him in the shins. “I will not!”
“As I said before, I am investigating this new…circumstance.” However nonchalant his actions were, his expression remained watchful—his gaze piercing. “I want no interference from you.”
Sidney shivered, and her nipples tightened. Lord, she hoped he didn’t notice. Nothing like a little threat of danger to remind her how vulnerable she really was—and just how much she liked that feeling. Especially in the presence of a drop-dead gorgeous man.
“Until I’ve satisfied my curiosity, you will remain my guest.” His gaze dipped to her chest and his nostrils flared.
What had that look meant? Could he smell her arousal? She pushed off the chair, afraid she’d leave a puddle of evidence if she sat a moment longer. “We’ll just see about that,” she said, not even trying to disguise her snarl. She bent to scoop up her jeans.
A booted foot stepped on a pant leg, and Sidney’s heart lurched. When had he moved? How had he gotten to her side so fast? She dropped the denims and jerked upward. He stood so close her breasts dragged along his white shirt.
Sidney backed away a step, unnerved by his proximity and his dark stare. His expression gave away nothing about his thoughts, while she feared hers told him exactly what was on her mind. Half of her wanted to run screaming from the house—the other half wanted to test forbidden waters.
“Do you really think you’d like to experience my bite?” he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips.
Her eyes widened at the accuracy of his guess and the white tipped incisors peeking from beneath his upper lip.
She shook her head even as her body released a trickle of creamy excitement. “I can’t stay,” she repeated. “I’ll be missed. I have a job.” She continued backing toward the door.
“It’s Saturday morning. You won’t be missed until Monday.” He took a step closer—so slowly, she knew he was taunting her.
Sidney lifted her chin. “People know I’m here.”
He gave her a long, intense stare. Then his eyes narrowed. “You’re lying.”
Damn him! She stomped her foot before she remembered he could see everything jiggle. “What if you don’t find what you need by Monday?”
“Then we’ll have to send out for clean underwear and a toothbrush.”
“I’ll need them before that!” Realization finally hit Sidney he was serious about her staying. How the hell was she supposed to investigate the story of a lifetime if he kept her prisoner? “I can’t stay here indefinitely. People really will get concerned.”
“I’ll give your station manager a call—we’re old friends.”
Her eyebrows shot up at that bit of news. “You wouldn’t dare—”
“And I’ll let our friend Moses know you’re in good hands.”
She stilled. “You know Moses?” She shook her head—here was a little fact Moses hadn’t bothered to pass along. “How do you know Moses and I are friends?”
He leaned close and inhaled deeply. “I’d say you’re considerably more than friends. I smell him all over you.”
She jerked back her head and glared. “That was really crude.”
He shrugged as though her opinion didn’t matter one bit.
The action only managed to raise her ire another notch.
“You’re safe—for now,” he said, his glance raking over her. “I never take another man’s leavings.”
“Leavings? I don’t belong to any man to be his leavings. And if anyone’s leaving , it’s me!”
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he bent and picked up her clothing from the floor.
“Wait a second,” she said, alarmed by the smirk quirking one side of his lips. “I need those.”
Her jaw dropped open