Sunday, June 14, 2009
Never underestimate a woman who knows her way around a computer.
Rachel gave in to the slow, dreamlike
magnetism that drew her to Jack. Just one second of
those lips, she told herself, and then...
Their lips met, a slight brush, with enough
electricity to supply the entire state of Colorado. She
could almost forget she had a reason for kissing him,
a reason other than the obvious. Still, she needed
answers and she needed them now so she subtly let
her hands wander down Jack’s sinful body as he
deepened their kiss.
Focus, Rachel, focus. Finding her mark, she
grabbed him at his most sensitive spot.
“Want to play rough, huh?” His ragged voice
wound down her ear canal, causing her entire body
to implode in chills.
“No, I want some answers.” She tightened her
grip on his family jewels.
“Okay,” he said, his face a blank slate. “Just let
me know the questions before you tighten your grip.”
“Who are you and how do you know the valet?”
“Jack Davenport. Tom is an old buddy of mine.”
“You mean your FBI partner?”
“Fine, he’s my partner. Can you please let go so
we can have this conversation like civilized adults?”
She knew she wasn’t inflicting pain, rather just
the threat. “I don’t think I’m ready to let go yet,” she
said. “Because you are obviously not who I thought
Disappointing, really. She had only agreed to
this trip because she couldn’t refuse those blue eyes.
And because she had hoped to loosen him up a little
while playing out a few fantasies of her own. She
hadn’t come here to get tangled up with his evil
twin, any of the catty women in his social circle, or to
find out she was in the middle of some kind of FBI
“No, I’m exactly who you think I am. I’m just not
what you think I am.” Though desire had left his
blue eyes, it appeared sincerity had taken its place.
“And just what are you, Jack?”
“FBI. We’ve been working a long time to bring
Van Buren down on charges of racketeering and
money laundering. Mira Technologies is really just a
front for him. We’re so close. I couldn’t risk losing it
all now just because he’s got some irrational belief in
marriage as an indication of stability.”
She studied him carefully. She could always
hack his computer later to see if the story checked
out. Hell, she would have already known the
answers if she hadn’t been so caught up in getting
dressed for him and his cronies. After Allison’s
comments in the bathroom, she wasn’t sure why she
had bothered. She was a computer programmer after
all, not a socialite.
Of course, she also wasn’t the kind of girl who
went around grabbing a guy in his most sensitive
area, but it was comforting to know she hadn’t taken
self-defense classes for nothing. She relinquished her
grip, and he visibly relaxed.
“You know, that wasn’t exactly how I was
hoping that kiss would end up,” he said before
tossing her on the bed, one hand clasping her wrists
above her head.
“This is a lot closer to how I had hoped the
weekend would end up,” Rachel answered with a
nervous laugh as she looked up into hard blue eyes.
“At least before I found out you were a crazy FBI
agent. If, indeed, that’s who you are.”
He reached into his back pocket with his free
hand and drew out his FBI badge, holding it just
inches from her eyes. She studied it, but she couldn’t
tell if it was real or just a really good facsimile.
He leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek and
to whisper in her ear. “If you grab my balls again, I’ll
have to resort to drastic measures.”
“Drastic measures?” The combination of arousal
and apprehension mingled, her entire body tingling
He sat up and released her wrists, and she
scooted to a sitting position, bringing her hands in
front of her. She studied her enigmatic faux fiancé.
He stood and started walking to the door.
“Yeah, like having Tom hold you here at
gunpoint.” He straightened his jacket and reached
for the door.
His hand lingered on the knob, and he turned to
look at her—to look through her, really—with a
sizzling gaze. “It’s a shame, really. I was looking
forward to seducing you and sending you to the
slopes tomorrow with a noticeable afterglow.”
It was silly to harbor regrets, but Rachel did.
“Where are you going now?” She winced as the words
came out of her mouth. She sounded too much like a
jilted wife or lover.
“I’m going to the bar to join Van Buren and the
others. You are going to stay here and behave
yourself since I’m afraid you have just come down
with a very unfortunate migraine.”
She bristled at his tone. “And if I don’t?”
“You will,” he said confidently. “Because Tom is
just outside the door.”
She jumped to her feet. Her mouth opened and
closed indignantly. “You can’t keep me here!”
“Normally, I would agree with you—Bill of
Rights and all that, but all you have to do is play
your part for less than twenty-four hours and you
will be free. I’m not going to ruin this whole
operation just because of your snooping.”
“Snooping?” He hadn’t even begun to see her
“Yeah, snooping. Play nice and see if you can get
on board. Otherwise, I suppose you’ll have to be
indisposed for the rest of the trip.”
He closed the door behind him, and she heard
him exchange pleasantries with someone who had to
be Tom. She paced the room muttering insults and
threats. Then she spied his laptop. She could always
resort to her original plan and find out if Jack
Davenport was telling the truth.
Ridiculous, really, for him to leave it here with a
computer expert. Something told her he had
supreme confidence in his abilities to keep her from
his secrets, but he had been underestimating her
thus far. She wasn’t the type of girl to sit back and
follow orders. No, Rachel Livingston was going to
find out all of Jack’s dirty little secrets.
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Question for Chapter Seven
How did Rachel get Jack to tell her who he was?
A. Threaten to call security
B. Threaten his family jewels
C. Pull a gun on him
D. Pull the fire alarm