Havoc by Autumn Grey

Author:Autumn Grey [Grey, Autumn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Havoc Series, Book One
Publisher: AG
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

IF ANYONE would have told me a few days ago that I'd be heading out for a date with Remington St. Germain, I'd have thought them insane. Nevertheless, here I was, planning what to wear.

I stepped out of the shower, rubbed a towel on my hair to dry it, and headed for the bed where everything was perfectly laid out. After slipping on white, seamless, silk underwear with lace trimming around the waist and a bra and garter stockings to match, I sat on the vanity close to the window to do my makeup.

Remington stood at the door at exactly seven o'clock. If Remington in jeans, cable knit sweater, and a blazer looked hot, Remington in a tuxedo looked simply stunning. My gaze moved upward, halting every single dirty thought beginning to pour through my head.

Something was wrong. His chest rose and fell rapidly as though he were struggling to breathe. Tiny beads of sweat popped up on his forehead. His face was flushed and his fingers were trembling at his side. He looked… frightened.

"Hey," I said, moving aside to let him in.

My hand automatically pressed on his forehead without thinking. He leaned his head into my palm, his eyes falling shut.

No fever. I dropped my hand, and his eyes snapped open, giving me a clear view of the turmoil thrashing within. What had him so shaken? God, this was worrisome. And for just a second, I wondered if he had different personalities. Did Andrew forget to warn me about this?

"Come in and sit down for a bit." I took his hand when he showed no sign of following me inside.

He lowered himself onto the chair and as I turned to grab a bottle of water for him, he buried his face in his hands, his elbows propped on his knees.

As soon as he had the water in his hands, he downed three quarters of it before lowering the bottle. Then he sat back as color returned to his face.

Not sure what to say or do, I sank into the seat beside him, waiting. Was the dinner still on? Or maybe cancelling the whole thing was the better option?

"I've never had anyone so enthusiastic about taking me to dinner before." I tossed him a look.

He lifted those stunning, green eyes, now clear of torment, and scrutinized me for what felt like minutes, his expression unreadable.

Then he chuckled, and soon it turned into full-blown laughter. Such a beautiful sound from a delicious mouth.

"I arrive at your door, looking like some mad man, and all you do is make a joke of it?"

I shrugged, smiling. "I have a black belt in karate. I could kick your ass before you had a chance to touch me."

He blinked. "You do?"

I laughed. "Not really. I always wondered how it would feel to say that so casually though."

"And how does it feel?"

"Like I could actually kick someone's ass."

"God, you're a precious little thing, aren't you?" he said when his laughter cooled down a notch.

"I'm not sure 'little' would be a word to describe me.

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