Something Sinful This Way Comes [McQueen Was My Valley 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page B

lined up to take my place. Who had already taken my place.”
    “May I ask his business?”
    “Drugs. Illicit drugs,” Xandra answered flat-out. She had no reason to protect Javier. She had just happened to fall in love—or so she thought—with a dashing man who had some cartel connections. Of course looking back on it now, it all seemed so childish. Only an immature woman would think an epic asshat like that was dashing. Xandra now knew that her next boyfriend—whichever century that might be—would be a down-to-earth, desirable, regular guy. Oh, that’s rich. “Down-to-earth.” And this gorgeous hunk wants to jump off the edge of a cliff.
    “Is it possible you accidentally took some of his drugs with you when you moved out?”
    “Oh, God, no. I never even saw any of his drugs. That was all done in a remote facility. I didn’t even know the location of any of his buildings.” She explained, “I was strictly a trophy wife, Mr. Horowitz.”
    “Nathan.”
    “Nathan. I was only with Javier for two years and I left with what I came with—the clothes on my back. As you can see.” Yes, and my trusty vibrator and some handcuffs I was hoping to one day use.
    “Is it possible he may have hidden something valuable in something you took when you left?”
    Xandra shrugged. “I don’t see why he’d hide meth or whatever you’re suggesting inside, say, my bra. Drugs never entered our house, as far as I knew.”
    “Is he still carrying a torch for you? He could be stalking you.”
    Xandra grinned. “In which case, whoever is spying on us now is going to give him an incendiary report.”
    There was silence for a few minutes while they smiled idiotically at each other. That half-smile of his. It’s enough to slay the most cold-hearted, abused, cynical woman . At last Xandra had to breathe, and it all came out in a whoosh, one giant lustful sigh. To cover it, she stood and headed for her kitchen, separated from the living area by a breakfast counter. “I do have a couple of kitchen items Javier really loved,” she called. “He fancied himself this fantastic Bolivian chef. He was pretty irate when I took this handmade serving dish with me.”
    “I doubt that’s it. Was your kitchen ransacked? No, it wasn’t.”
    Xandra heard a door slam, and surmised Nathan had gone into the bathroom. She looked at the serving platter, but it could hardly have drugs hidden in it, so she took this opportunity to use the bathroom off her master bedroom.
    She found herself primping more than usual in the bathroom mirror. She even reapplied her lipstick, although it would be clearly obvious to an eagle-eyed cop like Nathan. What an idiot I am. I swore I wouldn’t get all worked up again over another man for a year at least, maybe two. And certainly not a tourist.
    But Nathan isn’t a tourist. It sounds like he wants to live here year round.
    When Xandra didn’t see Nathan on the couch, she assumed he was still in the bathroom. But she tripped and nearly stumbled over something and had to brace herself against a wall. Holy mother . Not only was his T-shirt strewn carelessly on the carpet, he had stepped out of his running shoes and socks. His form-fitting 501s that had displayed his ass to such great advantage were now in a warm crumpled pile by a chair.
    Xandra expected to see him splayed out face down on the couch, but Nathan was nowhere to be seen. Did he leave my suite half-naked? He wasn’t that drunk. And where did he put his shoulder holster?
    Her heart beat faster as she returned to her bedroom. Sure enough, the holster had been slung haphazardly over the footboard of her bed frame. And the sinfully delicious physique of Officer Nathan Horowitz was sprawled facedown, utterly nude. On her bed.
    Mother of God . Xandra had never seen such an achingly luscious slope to a man’s lower back. She could feel the heat of it against her tongue, against her face from ten feet away. The two matching dimples pressed into his lower