Underworld Lover (A Guardian Angel Romance #2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

his nose and tears started coming down his cheeks.
    He can smell her . Another thought struck Josh. So can I. I smell her all over me. His groin began to wake up again. He stepped to the side, widening the juncture of his legs for relief.
    Karl jumped in. “So what’s the plan, Boss?”
    “From what Felix has told me, Peter has set his sights on her. We’ve got to somehow let her know she should stay away from him. From the look of it, she’s a very trusting person,” Josh answered truthfully. “Come. Let’s get out of here. We need to talk.”
    They walked to the large Victorian Josh owned in town, bought by the money he’d made acting as an art collector, as well as a collector of rare books. He spent most of his time with the wild and partying lead guitarist Beau Bradley, from the Spacetravelers, a band that had been popular back when bellbottoms and dropping acid had been in fashion. Beau had opened up a happening art studio and had become a well-known artist. People would part with thousands of dollars for an original painting by the guitarist. He even signed toilet seats and made a cool grand for each signature. A couple of his friends thought he should even change the band logo from the flying saucer to a toilet seat, a suggestion Beau laughed at in public but didn’t like one bit.
    Josh’s living room was chock full of Bradley originals, mostly nudes. Some paintings were just serious smashes of color, paint splatters with something dragged across it. Josh didn’t tell anybody that a woman’s body part was what had made the unusual rippling designs across the large canvases.
    In one corner, he had a jungle scene the size of a doorway, with brightly colored cats in persimmon, pink, and yellow, along with bright oversized exotic flowers. It was by a much more talented painter, Daniel DePalma, a man he had tried to turn for nearly three years now. A Guardian had intervened and saved Daniel.
    In a curious twist of fate, the Guardian had been made human by Father, and so now Daniel was experiencing domestic bliss without danger of being turned by Josh. Humans had to kill themselves to go dark. Now that the angel was human, the same rules applied to her as well. But neither of them could be convinced to take their own lives.
    At first, when Josh couldn’t get Daniel, he’d gone for the angel, and almost had her too. He had shifted into Daniel’s likeness so he could coax her into having sex with him—the only way a Guardian could be turned. But she’d figured it out just in time, and the opportunity was lost forever.
    Daniel had been Joshua’s first failure as a dark angel. His unblemished track record was forever broken. It left an annoying hole in his soul, a scar he would wear forever. His eyes flashed red at the mere thought of it. When ribbed, he justified the loss, telling his tormentors if it hadn’t been for the intervention of the big man, Father himself, the angel would have been his conquest. Nobody had experience or could argue with that. Father hadn’t interfered with the human world for centuries. Who could have predicted he’d do it for a poor painter, no matter how gifted he was?
    The trio sat in the living room on plush red velvet easy chairs in front of a roaring fireplace so large a man could stand up in it. Felix was lost in thought, clutching the box to his chest, frowning.
    Josh began the conversation. “I’m going to get her to trust me, and then make Peter out to be some kind of a pervert or something. Make her afraid of him. Felix, you said she had seen him?” he asked.
    Felix nodded, staring at the fire.
    “Do you know where?”
    Felix shook his head. “She thinks her dad sent him.”
    “Well, we can’t use that. Suppose Melanie confronts her dad, but he denies it and she believes him? No, we’ve got to make her not want to have anything to do with the director.”
    “Uh, isn’t he going to be pissed if we interfere?” Karl asked and blinked at Josh. This was the big