answered brightly, “Actually, I always throw myself at hot guys like this.”
His chest shook beneath hers, creating the most amazing sensation in her breasts, which were smashed against him in a blatantly sexual fashion.
One of the Secret Service agents growled, “Stay still, you two.”
Gabe replied dryly, his gaze still locked on hers, “Diana, allow me to introduce you to Owen Haas. He’s the agent-in-charge I told you about earlier.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Agent Haas,” she responded politely. “Is that your belt buckle or your pistol digging into my side?”
The guy scowled and didn’t reply. Which was just as well. He needed to concentrate on his job at the moment. The guy was jammed up against her left side closely enough that she could hear the chatter coming over his earpiece. A team of Secret Service agents was clearing the offices across the street room by room. So far, no assassin.
Gabe smiled up at her and commented conversationally, “You know, I haven’t been this crushed since my last football game.”
“And were there cheerleaders in that pile, too?”
Ah, the delicious feel of a chuckle tantalizing her chest again. “No such luck.”
She retorted, “You wanna talk about luck? Lucky will be no paparazzi getting a picture of this. Can you imagine the headlines the tabloids would cook up for the five of us?”
Gabe opened his mouth to reply when Agent Haas interrupted. “Ma’am, Agent Willis, he’s the guy on top of you, is going to roll to your left and take over covering my position. I need you to stay on top of the President-elect for a little while longer. We’re going to bring out bulletproof shields before we let him get up. Got it?”
Oh, hurt her. Make her lie some more on top of the sexiest guy she’d met in nearly as long as she could remember. “Sure, Agent Haas. Consider me plastered to the boss.”
A phalanx of burly men rushed out onto the balcony, door-size riot shields in hand. They quickly formed a wall of poly-carbonate resin and flesh between Gabe and that window across the street.
Owen Haas’s voice growled from above her, “You can get up now, ma’am.”
A strong hand on her upper arm lifted her to her feet. She looked up wryly at Agent Haas. “Aren’t you at least going to offer me a cigarette after that, Owen? I mean, it’s practically time to take you home to meet my parents.”
Coughs and snorts sounded all down the line of agents. The giant man scowled down at her, not amused. As Gabe climbed to his feet, Haas hustled his charge inside the hotel room. The agent’s shoulders sagged in relief when Gabe was safely behind closed curtains and bulletproof windows. She felt a flash of sympathy for the Secret Service man.
“Is the threat neutralized?” she asked Haas seriously.
“Yeah. It was a secretary emptying an ashtray out the window. Her boss came in to work unexpectedly and she didn’t want to get caught smoking in the office.”
Diana couldn’t help grinning at how shocked the poor woman must have been when an armed team of Secret Service agents burst into her office to arrest her for sneaking a lousy cigarette. She remarked dryly, “I bet she never smokes again in a Federal office building with that kind of response to it.”
The Secret Service agent’s smile disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
She looked up at Haas. “Hey, I’m really sorry if I gave you a fright.”
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