Protecting Lulu (Global Protection Agency) Read Online Free PDF

or giggled or batted those
big Bambi brown eyes at a person and they would open a vein and be grateful. Who
the hell would want to kill her? She was nice.
     
    Noah
couldn’t sleep. He’d rarely had that problem. When his body was tired his brain
shut down and his body rested, but not tonight. Maybe the bed was too
comfortable. He’d never had a mattress that molded to his body as if it were
made for him. Maybe he should try the floor, that’s what he was used to.
    His
old man had forced him to sleep on the floor plenty of times. Once he even
burned his mattress in the backyard in a drunken rage, after he’d given Noah a
couple of cracked ribs. He’d slept that night, more because he passed out then
for any other reason.
    Fuck
this. He wasn’t going to think of the past. It accomplished nothing. He lived
in the now. The past was painful. He’d already lived it and didn’t need to
relive it. Rolling off the bed he grabbed his jeans and put them on. He found
his shirt and shoes. He’d take a stroll around the house, do a bit of recon and
start working on perimeter defense. That should calm his restless mind.
    He
had exceptional night vision so he didn’t turn on any lights. As he descended
the back stairs, he heard the sound of water boiling and someone moving about
in the kitchen. Thinking he’d find Dante raiding the fridge, he eased silently
down the last few steps, put his hand flat against the kitchen door and pushed
it open. This museum of a house was extremely well maintained. Nothing squeaked
or creaked.
    The
door opened and he spotted Lulu standing at the stove, a silk kimono type robe
wrapped around her luscious curves showing each one to advantage. Damn! Who
named a classy woman like her ‘Lulu’? The name was ridiculous.
    The
tea kettle whistled, steam rising in the air. Lulu opened the refrigerator door
and leaned in. Noah let the door slowly fall back intending to leave her alone.
The last thing he wanted was for her to think he was spying on her—even though
he was being paid a king’s ransom to do exactly that.
    “Come
in, Mr. Callahan,” Lulu said in a brisk tone, “I was about to make myself a
midnight snack.”
    Noah
froze. How had she heard him?
    She
closed the refrigerator door and turned to him holding a large peach in her
hand.
    “Ms.
Bennington, I didn’t mean--”
    “Stop
making excuses. Please join me.” She smiled. “I don’t like to eat alone.”
    She
gave him a seductive come-hither look that melted his resolve. She was vamping
him. Truth be told, he kinda liked it. “Thank you.” He stepped into the
kitchen, half intending to ask her how she knew he was there, but he didn’t.
    She
reopened the fridge and grabbed another peach. “Tea?”
    Noah
shook his head. “No thank you.”
    She
laughed. “It won’t hurt your testosterone. I promise.”
    Now
he was embarrassed. “I don’t like tea.”
    She
busied herself getting plates, a knife, and turning off the kettle. Her
movements were economical, but strangely sexy. He watched the red silky
material of her kimono swish around her legs and it surprised him that she was
barefooted. She seemed like the high heeled slipper type. The kind with the
feathers.
    She
poured boiling water into a tea pot and set the pot on the table. She sat down
and quickly cut the peaches into slices, arranging them on the two plates and
handing him one.
    She
daintily lifted up one of the slices and took a bite. For a second a look of
total ecstasy covered her face and she moaned. A bolt of need fired right down
to his groin and he gritted his teeth. Then she sighed. The kind of sigh that
was sensual and filled with need. She began to chew, her eyes closed and she sighed.
Noah watched her as she chewed, swearing to God she damn near came. Hell, he
just about came himself.
    She
swallowed. “There’s nothing better in the world then a succulent peach.” She
wiped a bit of juice from the corner of her mouth with a napkin.
    Noah
couldn’t speak. He