Dane had taught her that was the most important thing, the strongest safety measure. She had to remember to stay in character or she put not only herself at risk, but also the client and the other agents—in this case, Alec.
So she leaned toward him instead, seeing his nostrils flare and hearing his indrawn breath as her lips came within a millimeter of his own. Her heart thumped heavily with her daring, but she was getting sick and tired of him playing caretaker, constantly checking up on her. She still thought it was mostly his own fault for getting shot. He’d distracted her by his unexpected presence, otherwise she would have seen the threat before it became a reality.
She felt his incredible heat, smelled his musky, male scent, and felt his breath brush her parted lips. She stared into his dark eyes point-blank and a sense of sheer feminine daring filled her, almost obliterating her nervousness. It was like facing down a wild beast, exhilarating but also terrifying, making mush of her insides.
Against his mouth, she whispered, “I’m smart enough to know you have no say over what I do or don’t do, Alec Sharpe. So why don’t you just pretend you’re not interested in me tonight, and head on back wherever you came from so I can get on with my business?”
Rather than backing off in anger as she expected, his long hard fingers slid from her chin to the back of her head where they tangled with her hair and wrapped around her skull, locking her firmly in place. She saw his small, satisfied smile before his lashes lowered, hiding his eyes. In response, Celia’s own eyes opened wide in alarm as she belatedly realized his intent. Too late.
His mouth, hot and deliciously firm, closed over hers.
Slow, softly biting, inexorably consuming, the kiss obliterated all thought. The world seemed to come to a shuddering standstill as his mouth devoured hers, hot and easy. She didn’t hear the quiet droning of the bar, no longer felt the bar stool beneath her or the cool air-conditioning on her skin. She lost awareness of the man she was here to investigate. Nothing penetrated her fogged mind but Alec and what he did to her, how he made her feel.
Good grief, the man could kiss.
His teeth teasingly nipped her bottom lip, and when she gasped for breath, his tongue licked inside, then plunged. She moaned in sheer surprise and excitement. He tilted his head, fitting their mouths more surely together and she thought she might have helped him with that, reaching blindly for him. The kiss seemed to go on and on before he finally pulled back, releasing her by slow degrees with soft, tiny kisses meant to appease. She was so stunned, he had to pry her clutching hands from his shoulders and put them in her lap. Her first reaction was regret that he’d stopped—but it was quickly followed by the hot lash of shame.
It had been a long time since she’d been kissed, forever since she’d been kissed like that, and she’d responded as if starved. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to deny the truth about herself, but she couldn’t. She had hoped the awful ordeal with her fiancé had cured her of her overly passionate nature. But Alec, a man who didn’t care for her, who relished insulting her and tried to bully her at every turn, had gotten an even stronger response from her. How could she have kissed him back like that, losing all sense of time and place and purpose? Where in the world was her pride?
It took her precious minutes to get her bearings again, to hide the embarrassment that threatened to bring her low. And when she did, Alec was helping her off the stool. He had her purse in one fist, had paid her bill, and was leading her out. He walked behind her, automatically protecting her back, she knew, constantly nudging her forward.
Oh no. She hadn’t accomplished a thing yet! She stiffened, but Alec’s hand came around her waist and curved over her belly. The thin material of her dress was no barrier against the hot hardness of his large palm. His long fingers spread, spanning her from hipbone to hipbone. She sucked in a startled breath in response and retreated backward, attempting to pull away. But that only brought her up flush against the front of Alec and she felt his tall, hard body all along the length of her back. His erection, so blatantly obvious, pushed against her bottom. She felt a new, wilder rush of heat and she locked her knees against the tightening curl of desire.
Alec bent and his lips brushed her ear. To the onlookers, it appeared to be foreplay. To Celia, it was a sizzling threat. “Don’t look back or you’ll give yourself away. Every man here, including the ones who count, figure I just made arrangements with you for the night. That was your objective, and for the moment, keeps you safe.” He pressed his mouth to her temple in a strangely tender kiss, then added, “From them.”
From them. Meaning she still had to deal with him and that was much more alarming than what she’d faced in the bar. But she knew he was right. For now, there was no salvaging the night. She could come back tomorrow and hopefully her ruse would be validated by Alec’s actions. Mr. Jacobs, the blond, blue-eyed villain she’d been trying to meet, would see her as a desperate woman alone, an easy pick-up.
Celia forcefully snuffed out the small voice in her mind that claimed the ruse a reality. The kiss with Alec was a mistake; she wouldn’t let it happen again. She wasn’t desperate, or easy—not anymore. She was only determined to see the job done. One way or another, she’d keep her overheated sexuality under control, and she’d nail the man who was ruthlessly ruining young women’s lives.
Mr. Jacobs picked up women who seemed to be alone, telling them he wanted them to model for him. Some of their photos might even make it into a small-circulation magazine or two. But that wasn’t what he really wanted. And Celia intended to prove it. She only hoped she’d made an attractive enough picture to draw his notice. Combined with the conversation she’d shared with the bartender, she hoped to have left enough bait.
Forcing Jacobs to show his true colors, exposing him to the authorities, would be an absolute pleasure. But her first priority, for now, was saving one young woman in particular. She couldn’t forget that; she couldn’t forget Hannah.
As Alec led her to his truck, she thought about what she would say to him. The night air was warm and humid in mid-July and the sensual haze lifted while she felt her skin grown damp beneath the slinky dress. He was still behind her, still pressing her forward, and she wanted to run. Alec Sharpe, her brother’s number one agent, had kissed her senseless. He had curved his big hand over her belly and she could still feel the imprint of it there though he’d moved it away when opening the door. She felt like an animal.
“I can get home on my own.”
Without explaining how he knew it, Alec said, “You didn’t drive, and I’m damn sure not letting you get on a bus or wait for a taxi.”
She twisted to face him. “You have no say in what I do.”
His eyes flashed down at her, then skimmed her body once again. “Wanna bet?”
They waged a silent battle for all of three seconds, but Celia knew she didn’t dare cause a scene so close to the bar. Anyone might see, and then questions would be asked, questions she couldn’t afford if she wanted to handle this case without complications, without embarrassing Hannah further.
Taking her silence for acquiescence, Alec opened the truck door, lifted her by the waist and plopped her inside. He dropped her purse on her lap then slammed the truck door, and without a single care, strode to the driver’s side and slid in.
Damn it, she’d known since the day she met him he was trouble. It didn’t matter that her brother, Dane, trusted him more than any other man he knew. It didn’t matter that her sister-in-law, Angel, actually let him baby-sit her sweet, innocent little son. It didn’t matter that he always got the job done, that he had never hurt her, that he had in fact taken a bullet meant for her on the last assignment she’d
