Whispers of Night: 1 (Immortal Embrace) Read Online Free PDF Page B

my picture on it.”
    “Don’t move,” she warned, keeping the lamp poised and ready to strike if he tried anything funny. He lifted his palms in the air as if to show he would comply. It would be so much easier if he weren’t so painfully pleasing on the eyes. “Shit, seems I’m such a sucker for a good-looking mug,” she whispered.
    “Did you say something?”
    Oops, did I say that out loud? “No.” She reached behind herself, opened the desk drawer and glanced over her shoulder. There, on top of some other papers, was a brochure with his picture on it. She steadied the lamp on her hip and reached for the pamphlet to study it more closely. Sure enough, it was him.
    Holy fuck, I threatened the owner of the company I work for. Guess I’ll be searching for another job. She placed the lamp on the table. This can’t be happening. “I don’t know what to say. ‘Sorry’ sounds kind of disingenuous at this point if you know what I mean. Anyway, for what it’s worth, thank you for bringing me here and saving me from that attacker.” She inwardly winced, not sure what else to say.
    “Apology accepted. Would you still like to call the police? The phone is right there.” He glanced at the floor next to her feet.
    Yeah, no thanks, the idea of being on the six o’clock news doesn’t sound very appealing. “No, I’m good.”
    “It’s up to you but if you change your mind, I’ll be happy to give a statement.”
    “I’d rather not if you don’t mind.” She bit her lip. His presence had a strong effect on her.
    A soft rumble came from deep within his throat. “Next time, you might want to ask security to escort you to your car, Miss Harlon. It’s not safe at night, even in Manhattan.”
    Did he just growl at me? God, that was sexy. “You’re right. It wasn’t very smart of me, was it?” She swallowed hard. A shiver traveled down her spine.
    “No, it wasn’t.” He came closer until they were only inches apart. He lowered his face inches from her jawline and inhaled. Hot breath tickled her skin.
    She froze. “W-what are you doing?” Her lips parted in surprise. Did she stink? He didn’t. In fact, the guy smelled delicious, clean and masculine. Her body responded, arousal flushing her core with moisture.
    “Why were you working at that hour?” His voice deepened. Her heart sped up in reaction to the carnal expression on his handsome face.
    Her mind scrambled as she tried to regain her composure. “I-I was preparing a PowerPoint presentation for my boss.”
    “Midnight’s kind of late.” His eyebrow lifted as he studied her. The man oozed sex appeal.
    But he was kidding, right? Not for her it wasn’t. “Speaking of work, what time is it?” She searched for a clock.
    “It’s about five o’clock.” He continued to stare at her with those penetrating eyes.
    This is so not a good idea. “Shoot, I have to go.”
     
    Dane smiled to himself. She was adorable. He loved her Southern drawl and the concern she showed for being punctual when it came to work. Her hair hung loose in a mess of curls that framed her lovely face and she had beautiful eyes.
    “Did you misplace something, Miss Harlon?” He chuckled.
    “My shoes.” She searched around the room. “Did you take them off me?”
    “You don’t need to rush out of here in a panic. I took the liberty of having my personal assistant pick out some clothes for you to wear and my driver will drop you off at work.” He walked over to the closet and retrieved them for her.
    “So you’re British.” She hadn’t been with the company very long to learn much about him.
    Isn’t it obvious? Small talk is such a waste of time. “I was born and raised there.”
    “I’ve never been.” She blushed, taking the shoes from him. “Thanks, Mr. Voss.”
    “I don’t like using such formalities. Call me Dane.”
    “Nice to meet you.” She licked her lips nervously.
    He could tell she wanted him. If he acted on impulse, they’d both be in trouble. His