Seduction by the Book. Linda Conrad
Passionata concentrated on the ultimate goal.
The hurricane… Yes, perhaps their safe refuge had a weak spot. Something that would bring Nicholas closer to the truth, yet would not damage his self-image for the time being.
The young man had a lot to learn and a lot to unlearn. And this old gypsy using her father’s magic was just the person who could teach him the lessons.
The lights flickered one more time and Annie set the book down beside her on the bed and stared at the bedside lamp. Maybe if she kept a careful watch on it for a few minutes, the electricity would hold still long enough for her to finish one more chapter.
She’d been having some difficulty concentrating on the wonderful new romance novel that her sister Brenna had sent in a care package that had arrived just yesterday. Bless Brenna, Annie thought. Chocolate bars, fingernail polish, a bar of vanilla-scented soap and a new novel by her favorite author. What more could a person want?
Annie glanced at her newly polished toenails and smiled. The island village did have a small grocery store that carried the basics. But they certainly didn’t carry blue nail polish.
The sounds of the storm caught her attention as it intensified outside the walls of her room. The winds roared and tree branches whipped against the roof and windows. She felt safe and secure here in her suite, though.
This whole single-story wing of the house was brand-new, built within the past five years. Everything was so fresh and clean with its seashell motif and the beige and white paint, bedspread and drapes. Much more sophisticated than her room back home.
Her gaze landed back on the open book beside her. It was a terrific romance. But she couldn’t read more than a paragraph or two without thinking about Nick.
For weeks now, she’d been having dreamy fantasies about her boss. She’d tried to squelch them. Fantasizing about her boss was a complication that felt way beyond her abilities.
But every time she closed her eyes, his silky blond hair with its silver tips and his wide sensual mouth kept creeping into her mind, making her fingers burn to touch them. Along with some other parts of him that she wouldn’t want to admit, even to herself.
And every time recently that the two of them had been close enough to touch in real life, she’d felt giddy and nervous and not at all like her normal self. She’d even noticed that she’d been giggling and sweating whenever he came close. For heaven’s sake.
She’d given it a lot of thought. Regardless of how irritating Nick could be at times, this just had to be a real old-fashioned crush. She had certainly seen her older sisters go through similar things enough times.
As teens in an all girls’ school, her sisters had never been interested in anything else but boys. They’d begged to be let out on dates. Their strict parents had tried to keep the gates locked and the temptations to a minimum, but her sisters had found sneaky ways around the rules.
During her own teen years, Annie had gossiped on the phone with girlfriends and dreamed about a Prince Charming coming to sweep her off her feet. But she’d been too focused on her athletic teams, her studies and her books to work all that hard on finding boyfriends. In high school, getting an athletic scholarship to college had been her biggest goal.
She had dated a few times in college, but she’d been so busy thinking up a way out of the house and out of Boston that it hadn’t left much time to worry about finding the perfect man. After college, her dreams had slowly turned to a desperation for travel, seeing the world and all the wonderful and far-off places she’d been reading about all her life.
“And boy did I get more than I’d ever thought possible,” she said aloud to her empty designer room.
Nick’s Caribbean island was like something out of one of her favorite novels. She was doing what she’d always dreamed of doing. So the idea of being caught up in her first real crush at the age of twenty-four was a bit much.
Silly, she mused. She’d better dig down deep and find some of that practical good sense, just like her mother had always cautioned. Nick was about as attainable as one of her fairy-tale princes.
Throughout the evening, the storm battered the roof and the sides of the house with pelting rains and gale force winds. Nick awakened several times to the sounds of something heavy hitting the house.
At midnight he prowled through the darkened main house, worrying about the dolphins in their protected lagoon. The storm had turned course slightly and they were catching more of the hurricane than anyone had predicted.
The electricity had gone out about an hour ago and he had not been able to reach any of the research team since then. Using a flashlight, he entered the kitchen and immediately his thoughts turned from dolphins to Annie. Dammit. Not again. He had to stop this.
Just then, a tremendous noise echoed through the house, loud enough to be heard above the storm.
Nick turned and made his way in the dark to Annie’s quarters as fast as he could. He threw open the hallway door and barged right into her rooms, yelling at the top of his lungs.
“Annie! Where are you?” He flipped the beam of the flashlight around but found only an empty bed.
The sounds of the storm had grown louder in here and he could feel the air stirring. He turned toward the source of the wind and bolted to the open bathroom door, reaching it with little trouble in the dark.
But when he stepped inside the threshold, he found chaos. A huge palm tree lay half-inside the bathroom while the other half was still caught by the corner of the roof. But there were fronds and broken glass and now rainwater building higher on the tile floor.
And Annie stood on the counter in the middle of it all, trying to shove bath towels into the hole in the roof.
He swore once then moved toward her through the debris. “Are you all right? Just leave the damned thing alone and come away from there.”
“I don’t have my shoes. I think I already cut my foot on the glass,” she hollered above the roar of the rains.
“Then put your arms around my neck. I’ll carry you.”
“You can’t carry me! I’m too heavy,” she protested.
He waded closer to the counter. “My personal trainer would disagree with you on that one. She says I’m a lot stronger than I look.” He’d said it with a forced smile as he reached to tug her down into his waiting arms, but he was too concerned about her safety to be very gentle.
Annie rolled against his chest and hooked an arm around his neck. Holding onto the flashlight with one hand, he pressed her close. She was as light as a baby in his protective embrace—and soaking wet from standing in the rain that was coming in through the roof.
Slick and cool against his naked, warm chest, Annie’s body slipped lower against his abdomen. He groaned silently and begged for strength. The friction of her skin rubbing against his skin was causing him to lose his mind.
Carrying her, Nick quickly stepped into the bedroom and slammed the bathroom door behind him. He gently let her slide the rest of the way down his body to the bed.
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