Surrender to Temptation (Agent Lovers Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

sore spot, and Liz capitulated.
    She hated spending all that time in college. Studying wasn’t hard for her, just the opposite. She even graduated with distinction. But right up until graduation, Liz wasn’t sure whether she stayed in college because of her guilty conscience or because she actually wanted to be there.
    The year after she graduated from college, Liz earned her living from assorted odd jobs, a move that was extremely unpopular with her father and her brother. A daughter from a good family with a distinguished college career couldn’t possibly work as a waitress or barmaid, they said. They thought that was beneath her. But at that point in her life, Liz was completely indifferent to their opinions. She wanted once and for all to be rid of the guilty conscience that made her do things she didn’t want to do. And she figured that would only happen once she chose a totally new path. And so it was that, at twenty-two, Liz began a rather unusual—and also unplanned—career.
    Ever since, she’d felt it would be better if none of her family knew what she did for a living. How did that saying go? Oh yeah, “ignorance is bliss” or something like that. Because for the last three years, she had been more than just Harold Gibson’s daughter and John Gibson’s sister.
    Since she didn’t want to take the chance that one of them could be put in danger, she had to set herself apart and keep contact with them to a minimum. The career that she had embarked on years ago now stood between her and her family, making a loving union impossible.
    Liz turned and leaned back against the railing as she looked into the brightly lit hall. Her gaze rested on her father for a while and then flickered to Annie, the kind-hearted young woman whom she liked, despite not wanting to. After one last regretful glance in John’s direction, she walked down the stairs, out into the garden, and around the house. She had to get out. The pain she felt at not being able to be close to them—something she had brought on herself—was simply too great. And the longer she stayed close to the ones she loved, the harder it would be when she eventually had to leave. Liz had to be alone now. Hopefully, she would soon get a new assignment that would distract her and help her push down these feelings, which could be so destructive.
    When Liz reached the large driveway, she headed straight for the large, black motorcycle she’d ridden there a few hours earlier. She reached for the helmet hanging on the handlebar, pulled it over her head and impatiently tugged her jacket’s zipper upward. Then she sat on the machine, turned the key in the ignition and pressed the start button. Immediately the engine caught with a deep, muffled hum. Gravel flew behind the spinning back tire as she drove down the driveway at full throttle, literally fleeing the family estate.
     
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    Gray watched Liz thoughtfully; she had suddenly been in a huge hurry to get away. He had never come across a woman quite like her before. Usually he preferred much softer representatives of her gender, but Elizabeth Gibson had piqued his interest for some reason. It wasn’t just her splendid body, her ample breasts which he briefly felt against his chest, or her narrow waist and attractive derrière. There was much more to Liz Gibson. Much, much more.
    She was hiding something, and whatever that something was, he wanted to flush it out. Gray had noticed the look on her face when John left her alone on the terrace; she had gazed after him almost sadly, as if something was burdening her conscience. In that moment something inexplicable stirred in him and he felt a pressing need to get to know her better. He felt almost like a teenager who—for the first time and at very first glance—had fallen in love. Of course, Gray was no teenager and he couldn’t fall in love like one, but he couldn’t completely shake the feeling, that that was exactly what had happened.
    A soft ringing pulled