Grinch Reaper by Donna Michaels & Suspense Sisters

Author:Donna Michaels & Suspense Sisters [Michaels, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-11T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The air around Bella heated and crackled, and she knew without glancing at Matteo that the big, bad SEAL was about to pounce on the three men she was deliberately trying to entice so they could get the hell out of dodge.

Reaching for his hand, she found it curled into a tight fist that shook. Not good. Normally, any man who had issues with other men looking at her, or talking to her, received a one-way boot to the curb. But this wasn’t just any man. It was Matteo. The only man she ever wanted to be with, to give everything to and take everything in return. He was once her world. The exception to everything and exceptional above all others.

So, of course this possessiveness was an unexpected turn on.

Some strange, warm, crazy emotion fluttered through her chest. For Matteo to be riled enough to blow their covers, and chance failing his mission, it meant one of two things. He was either stupid, or motivated by his deep feelings for her.

Matteo Santarelli was far from stupid.

Both terrified and thrilled by that knowledge, Bella stroked his hand to loosen his fist and entwined their fingers. “We were just looking for somewhere private,” she told the guards. “Isn’t that right, honey?” She left off the “buns” part.

Barely.

When he didn’t respond, and his attention remained on the guards, she squeezed his hand and swayed closer to brush against his arm. He blinked and glanced at her, his gaze softening with a smile. “That’s right, babe. I can never seem to get enough of you.” He released her hand to slip his arm around her shoulders and draw her into his side as his attention returned to the guards again. “Sorry, fellas. We just wanted a little bit of alone time and this was the only door unlocked.”

The men immediately frowned.

“Every door in this hall was locked,” one said.

Bella shook her head. “Not this one. How else did we get in?”

“How indeed?” Another narrowed his gaze. The one in charge. “If you’re telling the truth, you won’t mind if I check your purse.” He grabbed it from the desk where she’d tossed it earlier.

Matteo stiffened. “Wait just a minute.”

She played along, patting his arm—at least, she assumed he was acting. “It’s okay. They have a right to be concerned.”

The guy dumped the contents of her purse out on the desk, but of course he found nothing. The idiot didn’t even bother to look at her ID before shoving her stuff back inside and handing her the purse. While he did all that, the other two guards checked drawers and the computers, and they each met the gaze of the man in charge and shook their heads.

He removed the radio from his belt and spoke into it, “Slight situation in the office.”

“Seriously?” Brooke muttered in her earpiece. “The men just motioned there was nothing wrong.”

True. She held her breath to see if they were going to get Simpson involved. Hopefully, not. The last thing

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