William's Witch_A Cardinal Witches paranormal romance by Alyssa Day

Author:Alyssa Day [Day, Alyssa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781948253017
Publisher: Holliday Publishing
Published: 2016-12-02T08:00:00+00:00

6

William felt his fangs descend and had to make a heroic effort to retract them, because Amy in that red dress was enough to make him lose his mind. She’d pinned her hair up in some complicated way, but a few long, dark curls had escaped and lay against her shoulders, stark against her pale skin. The dress had a velvet bodice, scooped low enough to show a hint of cleavage, but no more, and a silky, swirling skirt that flirted with the tops of her knees. It fit her like it had been made for her, and he made a mental note to thank his personal concierge with an extra-large tip.

Or maybe a car.

“These shoes are amazing,” she said, a little shy, pointing a toe to display the elegant heels. “I’ll pay for all of this, of course. It might take me a while, because these are De Lange shoes, and I’ll be eating mac and cheese for a month or five, but I promise I’ll pay you back.”

“You can take it out of the million dollars,” he said, as smoothly as he could over the lump in his throat. He wanted to stay professional with her—to stay sane. He’d already admitted that he was a monster, and monsters didn’t get to win the girl in the end. They died in their towers, alone and vanquished, or lived forever, regret and bitterness their only companions.

Amy offered up a tentative smile, and picked up a cashmere wrap from the back of the settee. “They brought me this, too, since it’s cold. So, we’re going out? We skipped lunch, what with all the shifter battling. I’m starving.”

He offered his arm. “We’re going out. I know a wonderful Italian restaurant, small and private, no shifters allowed.”

She walked toward him, a study in grace and elegance, and he realized that it wasn’t the designer dress and shoes that made Amy look so good. It was Amy who made them look so good. When she put a hand on his arm, her fingers burned arrows of sensation through the layers of his shirt and jacket, straight through to his core, and he wondered how he’d make it through the night without breaking his promise to be a gentleman.

He was almost positive that gentlemen didn’t carry their business partners off to some private corner of the world, strip them bare, and taste and touch every inch of their bodies.

No matter how much they wanted to do exactly that.

He took long, slow breaths all the way down in the elevator, smiling and nodding in response to Amy’s chatter that he barely heard. Because he was a gentleman. He’d given his word.

The problem with long, slow breaths, however, is that they gave a man plenty of opportunities to smell the sweet aroma of a freshly showered woman and have painfully arousing visions of what she’d looked like in that shower.

Naked.

Wet.

Glistening.

“Taxi?”

Startled, William looked around and realized they were standing on the sidewalk in front of the hotel.

“Taxi, sir?” the efficient hotel employee asked again.

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