Murmur (Pierce Securities Book 5) by Anne Conley

Author:Anne Conley [Conley, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-10-17T21:00:00+00:00

Valerie couldn’t stop watching Quinten in her space. As strange as it seemed, he fit in perfectly. If she had seen him in the grocery store or something—not that she had been to a grocery store in years—she wouldn’t have thought it possible. He was rough, huge, rugged—everything her comfortable, understated furnishings weren’t. His biceps stretched the gray pullover he wore until she thought the threads would rip open when he flexed. His chest was broad—massive, actually. And his thighs filled out the casual denim he wore to where she thought they would burst at the seams. His hair was cut conservatively, yet showed an unruliness that had Valerie wondering what it would feel like if she tousled it. His face was chiseled, his nose had been broken since the photo she’d found of him in his youth, and his jaw had squared out with age. His eyes were a dark, tumultuous brown, the depths of which showed an intelligence she wasn’t accustomed to.

She was addicted to watching him. Imagining him without clothes on. Wondering what sex with him would be like. And then hating herself for believing that sort of thing could happen between them.

His days were now being spent in the room adjoining her sleeping quarters, going through every file she had with her lawyer. She could hear him shuffling through papers, his eyes almost audibly crawling over the pages, his pen scratching notes, the keys clicking on his laptop. His soft sighs as he digested information were maddening, lending themselves to all sorts of lurid images in her mind. She watched him through her video monitors, interspersed with watching the video of his fight. Watching him fight was a reminder of the man who was protecting her, the lengths he was capable of for her safety, and it was a total turn-on.

Like now. As she stood in the doorway of the sunroom he was using for his office space, her mouth was dry as she watched his rough hands work the mouse of his computer, the calloused knuckles giving away the fact he used them for something rough outside an office space. Even with the uncultivated implications, the way he was comfortable with his laptop showed an intrinsic cerebral intellect in the man who had captured her attention.

Valerie cleared her throat to make him aware of her presence. Even if she had been staring at him nonstop for three days, she didn’t like being a creeper.

When Quinten looked up, there was no surprise on his face, proving he’d been aware of her standing there watching him.

“Thank you.”

His bushy eyebrows wrinkled together. “For what?”

“For adjusting your assignment to make me feel safe. I appreciate it.”

He smiled at her, emphasizing the chiseled features of his face, brackets framing his mouth. “That’s my job, Ms. Dunaway. I’m happy to do it.” His voice lowered as he shifted the laptop to his lap and shut the lid, cradling it almost. “I wanted to point out to you that the lock of the shop wasn’t forced or broken.

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