Colour Me Wicked - Men at Work by Nina Bangs & Maryjanice Davidson & Janelle Denison & Erin McCarthy

Author:Nina Bangs & Maryjanice Davidson & Janelle Denison & Erin McCarthy [Bangs, Nina & Davidson, Maryjanice & Denison, Janelle & Mccarthy, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780425206836
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2003-12-31T13:00:00+00:00

Done for the day?" Duh, yes.Like you haven't timed down to the second what time he quits each day?

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Con nodded. I'm heading up to my room so I can take a

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shower." He glanced at her. You have a line between your eyes. Doing some deep thinking?"

It never occurred to her to tell the truth. Shewasn't sure what that said about the deteriorating state of her

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character. Sweetie Pie is still droopy. I tried talking dirty to her. She perked up a little, but when she realized Iwasn't following up my talk with action, she went back to being sad.Any ideas?"

His laugh was incredulous. "Is this a trick question? What do you think my idea is?"

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"Sex.Right.Forget I asked." Shecouldn t make love with Con, because he was the one man who might be able to compete with her career. Shedidn't want to be conflicted. Amanda would just let Sweetie Pie wilt and die. Thenshe'd deliver the dead body to Holgarth with appropriate regrets. "Oh, you can start painting the great hall as soon as you get the paint."

He stilled. A dangerous quiet that spoke of silent predators crouched in jungle shadows.

"Meow."

Hmm.As jungle predators went, that waspretty weak . Wait. Thatwasn't Con, it was . . . Amanda glanced down. Deimos stared up. He crouched. She put a protective arm across her notebook. He leaped. She closed her eyes as he slid across the small table and fell off the other end. At least hehadn't taken her notebook with him.

"What color, Mandy?" Now that was how a true jungle cat should sound, all husky and threatening.

Mandy watched as Deimos picked himself up, sat down to wash his face, and then casually padded away as if he'd never wanted to be on the dumb table anyway.

"Color?"Con shifted closer.

He was down to one-word questions.Not a good sign. Amanda figuredshe'd better answer before he abandoned words altogether and resorted to action. Even though the threat of actionkind of turned her on, action probably involved touching.And right now her sexual tension tide was almost at flood stage. No, touching would not be a good thing.

"Cream."

"Last time I looked, this was theCastleofDark Dreams , not a dessert." Anger simmered and bubbled just below the surface of his self-control. "This room needs rich sensual colors. Had any dark dreams lately, sweet-heat? I bet they weren't decorated in cream."

Okay, no more Ms. Congeniality."Why do you care? Most men wouldn't give a damn what color I painted this room." Shecouldn't wait for his answer, so she answered herself. "I'll tell you why.It's because I chose cream. Youwould've hated any color I chose. What's your freaking problem, Maguire?" Wow,she'd scared herself. She sounded like the seventeen-year-old girlwho'd lusted after Con Maguire. The onewho'd liked clingy purple tops, heated arguments, and loud laughter.But it felt good on a strictly emotional level.

His mood seemed to improve in direct proportion to her anger. "I think we need to discuss this. Go out and check to make sure Ididn't paint any of your trim red, because you know that's what you want to do.