Luck of the Dragon (Entangled Covet) Read Online Free PDF

noted.
    “She’s a redheaded thief.”
    “At least she’s not your mate.” Darius’s words were disgruntled in the extreme.
    After the strange spark of energy he felt when he touched Luciana in the exhibit, Alec wasn’t so sure what she might or might not be to him personally. “Have you tried just asking Mei out on a date? She might be more receptive to charm than angry demands.”
    “Yes, I have.” The Russian fisted his hands over the keyboard. “Mei would not be so willful if it were her dragon form at stake.”
    “It’s her right.”
    “She won’t even let me touch her.” Darius looked at him with frustrated eyes. His lieutenant was the most brilliant computer programmer alive, but he still couldn’t figure out the code to his destined mate.
    “How does it feel?”
    “Jer’ol?” Darius frowned at him. “How does what feel?”
    Alec regarded him with a direct stare. “When you did touch Mei. Before you two started quarreling. Did you know right away that she was your mate?”
    Darius’s expression soured. “No. It was the first time we kissed…it was like an explosion in my gut, and my dragon almost jumped out of my skin.”
    Good to know.
    “Then, her dragon mark appeared on her hand, and we knew.” Darius shook his head. “Now, she covers my mark with makeup and won’t come into the same room with me.”
    “Time is on your side. She won’t let your dragon die.”
    “I’m not so sure, Jer’ol.”
    Alec was. It was unheard of for a dragon to deny the mating bond. Mei would give in. Darius just had to be patient.
    “I want to question the appraiser in private,” Alec said before striding to his elevator. “Turn off the cameras in my office.”
    His elevator was made entirely of glass, and it whisked him upward without the slightest moan of effort. He barely noticed the panoramic view of Vegas that usually made his dragon blood race. Outside his office, he paused to smell Luciana’s scent. It was the faint vanilla aroma from before, and it still held the bite of fear.
    A security guard dressed in a black suit greeted him. “Jer’ol.”
    “She give you any trouble?”
    “Lots.” The man’s face remained expressionless. “She made a run for it outside the elevators.”
    “You didn’t hurt her?” His words were more menacing than he had intended.
    The guard’s face paled, and the vein on his neck kicked into high gear. “No, Jer’ol. She’s unharmed.”
    “Good.” Alec opened the door to face 130 pounds of fury.
    “I am a respected professional and you are manhandling me and treating me like a criminal!” Luciana yelled at him. “No one on the planet will appraise your exhibit when I get through telling them what you’ve done to me.”
    Alec made a show of locking the door and strolling across the expansive room to the bar. The room was paneled in dark wood, with deep reds and blues in the carpet and paintings. The one wall facing the outside was made of two-inch thick glass. Alec poured Kentucky bourbon into a tumbler and a double-shot of single malt scotch over two ice cubes into another.
    He handed her the scotch and sat in a deep-seated leather chair. The chair sighed with ease when he leaned back. He crossed his ankle at his knee and took a sip. “Luciana—”
    “Oh, please, all my captors call me Lucy.” She glared at him. “You sound like a priest hearing confession when you call me Luciana.”
    “Well, we can’t have that.” Alec chuckled and sipped his drink, the taste of mellow corn mash and oak barrels tingling over his tongue. Alcohol did not affect dragons in the way it affected the feeble humans. He drank the bourbon purely because he liked the taste.
    “Does this have Rohypnol in it?” Luciana held the drink to the light like it might contain the date rape drug.
    “I wouldn’t harm you.” Alec took a second sip of his drink, and it fired down his throat to his belly in a pleasing trail.
    Lucy set her drink on his desk, untouched. “I’m not