Courting Danger

The President and First Man said their goodnights to the guests and headed upstairs to their private quarters. It was the sign that the night was over and time for reality to return.

Mel helped her with her coat, and they stepped outside to await their car. White puffs appeared where their breaths hit the crisp March nighttime air. The press had gone, and the moon was up. Rielle noticed the brunette getting into the car before them and was surprised to see her alone.

Had Mel noticed?

He didn’t seem to be paying any attention to the woman as the car drove away.

Or was he just hiding it better?

Their ride arrived before she could make up her mind. He was so complicated. She hadn’t figured out anything more about him in the time they’d spent together. Anything other than the fact that they were physically compatible. There hadn’t been any hiding that.

He’d been charming, sexy, interesting and attentive all evening. It wasn’t just the best blind date she’d ever had. It was the best date, period.

Their car pulled up, and he opened the back door for her. ‘Do you want to take the car back to Luxxor by yourself? Or do you want to call them to come pick you up?’

She hesitated for only a moment before getting in the car and sliding over to make room for him. The car was a service, not a personal driver, and, unbeknownst to him, she’d brought a tiny canister of pepper spray in her purse. She hadn’t known him when she’d agreed to accompany him. She didn’t know him now, but she liked to think that she could trust her instincts.

Or were they really hormones?

Raging, charging hormones that had finally burst out of the cage in which she’d trapped them?

Her body felt as if it was lit from the inside.

He sat next to her, caught her hand and held it against his thigh on the short ride back to Luxxor. The lights of the city were bright on all the monuments, and busloads of tourists cruised by on nighttime tours. An ache settled in Rielle’s chest. The night was almost over. Her carriage was about to turn back into a pumpkin.

Would she ever see him again?

She liked him. She liked the way he made her feel. But, most of all, she liked the way she felt when she was with him.

Confident, secure, interesting and sexy.

Even with all that, she wasn’t bold enough to ask. Maybe this was all they had. They certainly couldn’t top it. And he hadn’t come to Luxxor looking for a relationship that was for sure.

Too soon, they were in Luxxor’s parking lot. Rielle saw her SUV, grey and unassuming, waiting for her. Mel got out of the car and rounded it to get her door.

His hand was warm and callused as it took hers once again to help her to her feet. Her dress flared out, tangling amongst their legs, but she simply laughed.

She smiled up at him. ‘Thank you. It really has been the best night of my life.’

They were standing at the verge of the streetlight’s luminosity. It barely reached them, but she saw his blue eyes spark.

‘There’s just one thing that would make it better,’ he said, his voice low.

He gave her a moment, a split second to process and decide. And then he moved in.

His head dipped, and his lips covered hers. Those raging hormones inside Rielle leaped. It wasn’t a polite first kiss or even a kiss that sought a reaction. It was the full-blooded, mind-blowing kiss of a man who knew how to touch a woman.

And wanted to.

He didn’t overpower, and he didn’t push. He simply wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her close. Closer than they’d been on the dancefloor. Their bodies were flush. Her breasts were plumped hard against his chest, and his hips burrowed into the notch between her legs. One of his hands slid under her hair, and he cupped the back of her neck as his mouth…

There was no other way to describe it. He made love to her mouth in a slow, deep kiss that shot to hell all her preconceived notions of intimacy.

The ache inside her began to pulse. It was hungry, needy, demanding.

She clung to him, kissing him back with everything she had. It was a kiss suited for the bedroom, with no clothes between them. It was a kiss that blasted away her thought processes, her doubts and her self-consciousness.

One of the shoulder straps slid down. Her hands were in his hair, and his bowtie had somehow come undone.

Oh, God, she wanted him. In the back seat of the car. Up in the office. Back at her place. She didn’t care where.

‘Rielle!’

The sharp cry carried across the parking lot like a javelin.

Mel slowly lifted her upright and his mouth broke apart from hers. It was only then that she realised he’d dipped her. ‘I think that means it’s time to go.’

She held onto his lapels, trying to orient herself. ‘What?’

‘Best night of my life, too, Beautiful. That’s the truth. Remember that.’

He stole another quick kiss before drawing away and getting back in the car. He seemed to move in slow motion, but the car had pulled out of the parking lot and was past the streetlight by the time Nina raced up to her in her high heels.

‘Oh, my God, Rielle. Where have you been? Are you OK? We’ve been so worried about you.’

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Rielle looked dazedly at her boss, trying to figure out where she’d come from…what she was saying…why Mel had rushed off so fast…She pushed back her hair as she watched the car go down the street and out of view. Her lips were pulsing and her body was thrumming.

‘Rielle!’

‘I got the license-plate number. Looked like a car service.’

It was the lower voice that finally penetrated the haze in her head, and Rielle turned sharply. Her lips parted in surprise. Tall, dark, handsome and glowering. It was Detective Morgan.

What was he doing here? Had Nina called him?

‘Who was that?’ Her boss caught her arm, and Rielle felt the tremble in her touch. ‘Are you all right? Tell us what happened.’

Why were they coming at her like this? Why was everyone so upset? She appreciated that they were protective, but she could kiss someone if she wanted. She lifted her fingers to her lips. It had gotten out of control, but it had been consensual.

Or hadn’t they seen her mauling him, too?

Embarrassed, she stepped deeper into the shadows. Was it that shocking that she had a libido?

‘But I did. I sent you a text message. I…’ She glanced at the detective. They had to talk carefully with him here. Nina knew that. Why was she putting Luxxor at risk this way? ‘I went out with him. Mel Summers. He’s a client.’

‘I got your text. That’s why I’m so confused.’ Nina was clipping her words, and her normally sleek hair was mussed. ‘We haven’t done any business with a Melvin Summers.’