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"Bee Carter," I answer my phone, trying for breezy and casual, achieving high and squeaky.
"I'll be there in two minutes." Hawke's deep baritone curls my baretoes. He's not asking for my permission. He's coming over and there'snothing I can do to stop him.
"You're angry." I sigh, hearing the dark dominance in his voice.
"I am angry, but not with you, never with you." Hawke breathesheavily as though he's running to see me, this possibility thrilling me. "You're loyal, love, and you don't switch allegiances quickly. Iunderstand that."
He understands me. . .too damn well. "I shouldn't switch allegiancesat all." I pace the length of the main room, dreading, craving,anticipating his arrival. "And you shouldn't come over. Lona sent memore scripts to memorize. I have to choose my clothes for the lunch, fix my hair and makeup, and--"
"I'm not stopping you from doing any of those things." Hawke brushesmy excuses aside, determined to meet with me. "I'm staying with youuntil you leave for your lunch."
The lunch, oh God, the lunch. "Okay," I reluctantly agree because Idon't want to be alone. This lunch has my stomach twisted into knots."I'm going to mess this up. You know I can't lie, and my actingabilities aren't much better." I boot up my laptop. "It'll be adisaster."
"It won't be a disaster," Hawke's voice echoes.
"Are you in a tunnel?" I ask.
He chuckles, the sound low and sexy. "I'm in the stairwell, sweetheart. The elevators in these buildings are too slow."
He's running up the stairs, that's how much of a rush he is in to see me. Warmth spreads across my chest. "Lona is counting on me." Thisscares the shit out of me.
"If one lunch can destroy their relationship, Jacques doesn't deserve her." The echoing stops and my body hums with excitement. "Anythingworth having is worth fighting for."
My former marine would fight for the woman he loves. I hear this inhis voice, know this in my soul. I open the door, tilt my head back, and gaze upward at Hawke. His chest rises and falls. His scent engulfs me.There's a gleam of intent in his pale blue eyes.
He wants me and I want him. If I allow him inside, we'll kiss, touch, do things we shouldn't. Nicolas deserves my loyalty. I should tellHawke to go away. I should--
Hawke captures my lips with his, the force of his embrace driving mebackward. I reach for him, clasp his broad shoulders. He hooks his armsaround me, securing me to him, as he kicks the door shut. Our tonguestangle and twist, dancing to the rhythm of our hearts, his stubbleteasing my chin, leaving a sensual trail on my skin.
He tastes of black coffee and man. His body radiates heat, a thinlayer of moisture covering his big form. Everything about him, even hisno-name T-shirt and seen-better-days jeans, appeals to me. I cling tohim, losing myself in his kiss.