Atlantis Betrayed (wop-8) by Alyssa Day

Author:Alyssa Day [Day, Alyssa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: love_sf
ISBN: 978-1-101-44279-1
Publisher: Berkley Sensqtion
Published: 2010-03-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Fiona bumped her head on the roof of the car as she shimmied out of her gown.

“I must be blessed beyond all men,” Christophe said. “This is twice so far this evening I’m getting you naked, and the night’s not even half over.”

“A gentleman would turn his head,” she said, pulling her shirt over her head.

He started laughing. “You’ve got the wrong guy, Princess. I don’t plan to ever miss a chance to see you without your clothes on.”

She called the shadows and, bending light and dark to her will, disappeared from view.

“That’s so unfair,” he growled.

“Don’t mess with a ninja.”

“You know, you could have done that in the museum if anybody walked in on us.”

“And wouldn’t you have looked foolish standing there alone with your bits hanging out?”

He grumbled something in that melodic language. She wanted to ask, but was afraid he’d say it was, indeed, Atlantean and they’d be back to that. She pulled on her underwear and jeans, tricky but not impossible in the backseat of the moving automobile, and finally dressed, she released the shadows and lowered the privacy glass and pushed her dress through to the front passenger seat. It landed in a heap with the bodice sitting upright.

“Brilliant,” Sean said. “It looks like I was driving along, and my date melted right out of her dress.”

“Better work on your conversational skills, friend,” Christophe advised. “You probably bored her to death.”

Sean glared at Christophe then met Fiona’s gaze in the mirror. “So, do you really like this guy? Do I have to be nice to him?”

“Play nice, boys. Please. Sean, do you have my bag?”

He handed the leather tote back to her, and she pulled out a handful of chunky costume jewelry, her makeup kit, and a short black wig. She quickly donned the bracelets, rings, and necklaces, and then examined herself in the rearview mirror, considering. She added a pair of giant hoop earrings she’d never normally be caught dead wearing. Then she brushed on a thick layer of dark makeup. Smoky eyes, dark red lipstick, and bronzer. The final touch was the wig. She fit it around her head, pinning her hair underneath it. When she was satisfied that not a single strand of blond showed, she leaned back in her seat and turned to Christophe.

“What do you think? Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction, right?”

“Who?”

“No movie theaters where you come from?”

“Sadly, no, but the prince’s brother Ven has TVs and DVD players in all of his safe houses, so we’ve watched a lot of films.”

“Of course. The prince’s brother. Anyway, watch that one. American classic.”

“I like the look. It’s kind of hot.”

She narrowed her eyes, and he raised his hands.

“Not as hot as you usually look,” he said, backtracking.

“Way to go, mate,” Sean said. “Smooth. Really smooth.”

“Yeah. It’s a gift,” Christophe muttered.

“This is not a nice part of town,” Sean said, turning down a road that was no bigger than an alley. “Are you sure about this, Lady Fiona?”

“Yes, I’m sure. We’re going to The Melting Moon, and we need—”

Sean’s yelp cut her off.

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