Making Love To Death (One Night With Death) Read Online Free PDF

head. It would have
been better if she had slapped him, hit him, clawed his eyeballs out.
Instead she had simply turned away. She had turned away completely,
and perhaps forever, from him, and buried her face in Brett's chest,
pressing her wet cheek against a still warm but unbeating heart. He
wanted so much to stroke her long hair, brush the tears from her face
and hold her tight in his arms. He hated to see her like this, on
her knees, crying. But he knew that this time, he was the one who
had caused her pain. She was right. It wasn't his job. He had
taken Brett's life because...because he loved her.
    Silently, he backed towards the broken window.
    What had he done? What had he become?
    He used to be Death.
    But now he was worse than death. He had become a
monster, a demon. Someone dangerous to Emma.
    With one last look at Emma and the tears that she had
shed glistening on the dead man's chest, he turned and dived out the
window into the night.

Chapter Five

    Emma read and re-read some of the old emails that Brett
had sent her. He used to send her emails on matters ostensibly
related to work, but he was good with words and beneath the official
tone of his emails, there was always a subtle sexual innuendo. It
had been their little secret. No one in the office knew that they
were sleeping together.
    One by one she deleted his emails. She had mourned him
and missed him, but he was gone and he wasn't coming back. It had
been five months since he died and all his files and clients had been
taken over by another partner. To her surprise, his ex-wife had been
appointed the executor of his estate and she had seen to his funeral
arrangements with businesslike efficiency. She had been polite
enough to Emma. She knew that Emma was with Brett when he died.
Emma had given her statement to the police, and it was all over in a
couple of days. No foul play was suspected and the cause of death
was determined to be sudden cardiac arrest. There was really nothing
left to do or hold on to. They hadn't dated for that long, and he
obviously trusted his ex-wife a lot more than he trusted her.
    Emma sighed. Would she have grown to love him, given
time? Maybe. Maybe not. Probably not. For nine years, she had
dated extensively but she had never fallen in love. She had given
her heart and her virginity away a long, long time ago.
    She clicked through the rest of Brett's emails and
deleted them all. There was still a ton of work to do and it was
best to get out of her head and just get down to it. Moping and
wallowing never did anyone any good.
    Emma tried to buzz her secretary again. “Come on,
Suzie,” she huffed. “Where is that girl?”
    Emma pushed back from her desk in frustration and strode
to the door. Suzie had always been very prompt and efficient, and
she was hardly ever away from her desk. Even when Emma sent her on
an errand, she would be back in the shortest possible time. Emma
yanked open the door and stuck her head out. “Suz—”
    There was no one at the desk.
    Suzie's computer was still on and she hadn't logged out.
There was a steaming mug of tea on her desk. Emma frowned. Where
did she go? A toilet or pantry break shouldn't take that long.
    She was about to duck back into her office when it hit
her. Emma cocked her head and listened hard. There it was. No, not
the sound. In fact, there was no sound. No quiet hum of the central
air-conditioning, no occasional chatter from the secretaries, no
clicking on computer keyboards, no footsteps, no sound at all. Just
a frozen, eerie silence.
    The whole floor seemed to have been emptied out.
    Emptied out of life and time. Everything had stopped.

Chapter Six

    Emma exhaled the shuddering breath that she had been
holding. Shakily, she backed into her office and her office door
whispered shut right in front of her rounded eyes. She didn't bother
trying to open it. She knew it would be locked. She had heard the
click and that soft step behind her.
    “ I thought I told you to stay away