Grounds for Seduction (Seattle Steam)

by Shelli Stevens

  “Thanks.” Sarah tossed the towel she’d dried her hands on back onto the counter. “I’m going to run over to the deli and grab something to eat.”

  “You can help yourself to any of the baked goods we sell, if you want,” Madison offered.

  “I would.” Sarah grinned. “But if it’s not deep-fried, I’m not craving it. And now that you know my vice, I’ll be back in a few.”

  Madison laughed and watched her leave the shop. How did the girl keep in such good shape and eat such crap? She had to be one of those women who ran three miles every morning.

  She helped herself to a bagel and pulled out one of the packets of cream cheese. She’d just finished slicing the bagel when the door chimed.

  Damn. She would have to make the drinks. What a way to lose a new customer.

  “Hello,” she called out and glanced up. “What can I— Oh, it’s you.” Her tone lost all trace of friendliness as the chaotic emotions from Sunday resurfaced.

  Obviously, Gabe was working, because he was dressed in his police uniform. Gun, badge, tight pants, and all. And, Lord, he looked good in it.

  “Don’t you have some bad guys to chase or something?” she queried with false innocence. “Or if this is your break, shouldn’t you be at the local donut shop?”

  “Out to draw blood this morning, aren’t we, Maddie?”

  And he still insisted on calling her Maddie. She forced a smile. She might be trying to get him into bed, but that didn’t mean she had to forgive him for Sunday night.

  “Can I get you anything?”

  His eyes darkened, and she realized she’d said the same thing to him on Sunday. And look what it had led to.

  “I want to apologize,” he admitted after a moment. “Again.”

  “All right.” She gave a slight nod and then her smile widened. “Let me make you a mocha.”

  There was a flicker of panic in his eyes and she reveled in it as she started to prepare the shot for his drink.

  “I thought you had some other girl working with you,” he asked, an obvious attempt to sound casual. “Someone else who was making the drinks?”

  “Oh, yeah.” She gestured out the door. “She’s on her lunch and just ran to get food. But you seemed to like mine on Sunday?”

  She’d meant her statement to have a double meaning, and he must have noticed it.

  “Well, I sure as hell liked your outfit better on Sunday.” His voice had dropped an octave as he took a step closer to the counter.

  “Aprons are practical.” She added chocolate syrup and the grated chocolate to the drink. “I’m impressed. I thought I might have scared you off after what happened.”

  “You kicked me out.”

  “You deserved it.” She handed him the mocha. “I made it to go. I’m sure you have a route to be patrolling or something.”

  He took the mocha with a tight smile and reached for his wallet. “How much do I owe you?”

  “It’s on the house.”

  “Maddie—Madison,” he corrected. “I just wanted to make sure there weren’t any hard feelings about Sunday. I mean, I don’t want this to affect my relationship with you and your family.”

  “Oh, it won’t.” She put on her most saccharine smile. “I have no problem with having you—my brother’s best friend—give me an orgasm. Even if you seem to. And I have no plans to tell my family about it, either. So, look at that, we’re fine.”

  He seemed skeptical. “So all is forgiven and forgotten?”

  “Yes and no. Yes, you’re forgiven.” Madison stepped out from behind the counter and took the few remaining steps that separated them. “And, no, nothing’s forgotten,” she whispered against his ear, pressing herself against him.

  “Maddie.” He groaned.

  “I see, or feel, that I missed out on quite a bit Sunday.” She stepped back and smiled. “You are nowhere near being forgotten.”

  “You have got to be the most forward woman I’ve ever met.” He laughed, this time with real amusement. “And I’ve met some. How late are you open?”

  Madison walked back behind the counter, making sure her hips swayed in a provocative manner. “Six. You’d better head out now, Officer Martinez.”

  “Hold up. I didn’t come just to apologize.” He shook his head as if to clear it. “On Sunday, I forgot to warn you about a robber who’s been hitting local espresso stands and shops—”

  “Oh, yeah, the Coffee Robber or something?” She shrugged. “Sarah said something about him. I’m not worried.”

  “The Espresso Bandit. I’m just asking you to be vigilant,” he warned and started walking backward toward the door. “You’re not going to close alone tonight, are you?”

  “I think Sarah is staying. But we’ll see how it goes.” She waved her hand toward him. “Anyway, go on now. God knows, you should have some real emergency by now to respond to.”

  “This isn’t over.”

  She smiled. “You’re right. It isn’t.”

  “I meant this discussion about what’s going on with us.” He reached the door and his hand paused on the handle. “If I can, I’ll drop in later tonight when you close. We need more time to talk.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” She grabbed her purse and pulled a key out. “Let yourself in, since I’ll probably be in the back counting down the tills.”

  She set the key in his hand and folded his fingers around it. “See you tonight.”

  “I said if I can. I’m not promising—”

  “I’ll see you tonight.” Her smile widened.

  Sarah pulled open the door at that moment, carrying her lunch from the grocery store deli. She glanced at Gabe’s mocha, and then to Madison in surprise.

  Madison grinned and waved good-bye to Gabe. “Enjoy your mocha.”

  He sighed and walked out the door.

  After he left, Sarah carried her food behind the counter and sat on the stool.

  “He was pretty cute. But I’m surprised you’d risk serving a cop one of your mochas.” Sarah grinned as she pulled out a plastic bag full of greasy-smelling potato wedges. “How did it come out?”

  “I’m sure it tastes awful,” Madison admitted, watching as his squad car pulled out of the parking lot. “But trust me, he deserved it. I know him.”

  “Ah,” Sarah teased. “Know him as in the biblical sense?”

  Madison snapped her focus back to Sarah. “Not yet, but ask me again in a few days.”

  …

  Gabe took a drink of his lemonade, cringing as the Mariners gave up another run to the Yankees.

  “Ouch, this is hard to watch.” Eric stood and walked into Gabe’s kitchen. “Do you have anything to drink besides lemonade?”

  “There’s Coke in the fridge or bottled water.”

  Eric had shown up at his apartment wanting to watch the game and catch up. And although Gabe had planned to go see Madison tonight, it would have to wait. Besides, he was pretty close to reaching this week’s quota for temptation. Sleeping with her was a bad idea. He didn’t do serious, and it was pretty shitty to use your best friend’s sister for casual sex. Even if she kept saying it was all she wanted.

  Eric reappeared with a Coke in his hand. “Lannie and I set a date. It’s going to be the last Saturday in August.”

  “I’ll mark it on my calendar.” The game broke for a commercial, and his thoughts went back to Maddie. He wondered if he should be feeling guiltier, especially with Eric sitting right next to him.

  As if he somehow knew Gabe was thinking about his sister, Eric brought her up.

  “So I checked out Madison’s shop today. Not bad,” he stated. “I’m pretty proud of my little sister, opening her own business and all. I think she saw Mom do it and wanted to try her hand at it.”

  “Right,” Gabe replied, thinking about the upscale fashion boutique Lillian Phillips owned. “Why coffee though?”

  “I believe she said she fell in love with the charm of cappuccinos in Italy or something.” Eric shrugged. “I’
m not sure. She sure does drink enough of the stuff.”

  That didn’t mean she knew how to make one. Gabe winced as he recalled the mocha from Sunday and the one this afternoon. He’d dumped today’s mocha in the trash bin just outside her shop. He’d been discreet enough so that she hadn’t noticed—well, he hoped she hadn’t noticed.

  “I worry about her, though,” Eric admitted. “I’ve been watching the news a lot. The past month, there’s been a series of robberies at coffee places. I think they’re calling him the Espresso Bandit. Have you heard of him?”

  Gabe turned his gaze away from the game that had come back on. “He was the first thing we discussed during briefing this morning. Why?”

  “Well, I just heard one of his victims was blinded. It was all over the news.”

  Tension coiled through Gabe’s neck and spread down his body. He’d known the Bandit had beat the hell out of one of his victims, but he hadn’t realized it was that bad.

  “Does your sister watch the news?”

  “Does Madison watch the news?” Eric laughed, as if it were a hilarious question. “Try Project Runway.”

  Gabe stood, a premonition tingling at the back of his neck. He pulled her business card from his wallet and grabbed the phone, punching in the digits.

  After seven rings, she still hadn’t answered. He hung up and glanced at the clock. Five after six. It was possible she’d pre-closed the store and had gotten out right at six. Definitely possible, but it didn’t seem too likely.

  Eric gave him a hard look. “We should go down there and make sure she’s okay.”

  “I’ll grab my keys.”

  Gabe told himself he was overreacting as they made the drive over. He’d discussed the Espresso Bandit with her this afternoon. Of course she would take precautions.

  Chapter Three

  “No, no,” Madison waved her hand at Sarah. “Go ahead and go home. Don’t even worry about it. Shoot, you’ve already worked a twelve-hour day.”

  “Well, since I’m going to school to be a nurse, I might as well get used to it.” Sarah laughed as she pulled her jacket on and then hesitated. “Are you sure, Madison? I feel kinda bad leaving you here all alone.”

  “I’ve just got a few things left to do,” Madison promised. “I’ll be outta here in ten minutes. Go. Turn off the lights on your way out.”

  “All right, I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t forget to lock the door behind me.”

  Madison watched her go and smiled. Good. She would be all by herself when Gabe dropped by. She wouldn’t fail in seducing him tonight. She refused to.

  But first things first. She went to the front door and locked it, giving it a tug to make sure she’d secured it. Then she emptied both of the garbage cans up front and carried the two bags to the back door. It sure was creepy back here. During the day, it wasn’t so bad, but at night…

  Don’t be so paranoid. You’ll be back in less than a minute. She hurried around to the side of building where the Dumpsters were.

  It was already getting dark, and the shadows had her heart pounding. She hurled the bags over the edge of the Dumpster and then sprinted back to her shop.

  She slipped inside the backroom and froze when a sound come from the front of the shop. There was someone inside. She started to turn and run out the back door again and then stopped. You idiot, it’s only Gabe.

  Although he might’ve shown some manners and announced his presence, saving her from getting the snot scared out of her.

  Well, revenge could be sweet. Madison grinned as she began to strip off all her clothes. When she got down to her bikini panties and matching bra, she crept into the front room. Let him say no to this.

  She hesitated a second, that rational voice in her head bringing up the what-if-it-isn’t-Gabe? factor. She shrugged it off as she spotted him facing away from her near the cash register.

  Tiptoeing right up behind him, she grabbed his ass and whispered in his ear, “Hey there, sexy.”

  She realized right away that it wasn’t Gabe by the butt. She’d given Gabe’s a thorough inspection, and this one was way too soft and fleshy. If that wasn’t enough, the man turned around and glared at her with furious blue eyes.

  Oh God. She should have listened to the voice in her head. Madison screamed and executed a quick twist in an attempt to get to the back door.

  He caught her and slammed her against the counter.

  “Where in the hell did you come from?” he demanded, not seeming to expect a response. She groaned as he looked her up and down. “Were you expecting me, darling?”

  Her face crinkled in disgust. God, why had she thought it would be a good idea to run out here like an attendee at a streaking party?

  “This is my store,” she replied, trying to keep her voice calm and authoritative. “And I suggest you get out before I call the police.”

  The gun he pressed against her temple had her blinking in disbelief. Gun? He was going to threaten her with a freaking gun?

  “In case you haven’t figured it out, darling,” he muttered. “I’m robbing you.”

  Robbery? In her first week in business? Her anger shot up a notch.

  Damn. This must be the guy Gabe had warned her about. This can’t be happening. Fury spread throughout her body. Not to me. She pushed the gun off her temple and glared at him.

  “Oh, no, you’re not. Pick another business, asshole.”

  She realized maybe she shouldn’t have resisted when he slapped the gun across her face, sending her sprawling to the floor.

  Tears sprang to her eyes from the fierce pain. It caused a throbbing heat to spread from her jaw all the way down her neck.

  Madison’s original burst of adrenaline died. God, that had been a stupid thing to do. Panic and fear clawed at her belly.

  “Okay,” she whispered. “What do you want?”

  “Get up.” He grabbed her by the elbow, jerking her to her feet. “Open the register.”

  “There’s nothing in it.” Her fingers fumbled with the key. The register sprang open and displayed an empty drawer. “All the money is in the safe, and the deposit bag is in the back.”

  He jerked her away from the register and toward the back room.

  Madison’s blood pounded so hard from fear, she was sure he could hear it. When they reached the back, he forced her onto her knees beside the safe, and she went to work opening it. Her fingers trembled as she spun the dial.

  The safe swung open, and the man started grabbing fistfuls of cash, stuffing them into his bag. Then he dumped the till money, all ready for the next day, in as well.

  It’s just money, she told herself. He’ll be gone in a minute, and then it’ll just be missing money.

  She glanced up at him to see what the holdup was. The holdup. She almost let out a hysterical giggle at her own silent joke. He stared down at her with those same cold blue eyes.

  “Turn around and lie down on your stomach.”

  A new terror seized her. “Why—”

  “Just do it!”

  She turned around and slid forward on her stomach. The tiled floor rubbed like ice against her naked skin, and she started to shiver. Oh God. He was going to tie her up. Or rape her. Or…kill her.

  Madison went numb and closed her eyes, beginning to pray.

  “Madison!”

  Is this what almost dying does to you? Makes you hear voices?

  “Son of a bitch!”

  She opened her eyes as the man behind her cursed. He grabbed her purse off the desk and bolted out the back door.

  The next second, Gabe came running into the backroom, a gun in his hand.

  “Gabe?” She pulled herself off the ground. “He ran out the back door!”

  Gabe ripped his gaze from her near-naked body as he tore after him. A second later, Eric came through the front door and into the backroom.

  “Madison.” He whipped off his jacket and flung it around her. “Here, sit down while I call the police.”

  She slipped on his jacke
t and edged her shaking body into the chair at her desk, laying her head on her hands.

  When Gabe returned a moment later, she looked up, hoping he’d be dragging the robber behind him. He gave a grim shake of his head.

  That meant he was still out there. The man who had been about to kill her two minutes ago remained free.

  Madison stood, her legs unsteady.

  “I’ll be right back.” She pushed Gabe out of the way and locked herself into the tiny bathroom. She had the urge to vomit but couldn’t seem to make it happen. Instead, she turned on the water and began rinsing her face.

  Gabe waited outside the door, relieved to see Madison come out a few minutes later. He did a quick check, trying to figure out if she might lose it or get hysterical. She appeared calm and collected, though. Funny, he wouldn’t have expected that from her.

  She glanced around. “Where did Eric go?”

  “He’s out talking to the police. They’ll be back to interview you any minute.” He pushed a hand through his hair. “How did he get in? Did you lock the door?”

  “Yes.” She shook her head. “I have no idea.”

  There was no sign of forced entry. Gabe glanced over at the bathroom she’d just come out of, an uneasy feeling in his gut. It was entirely possible the robber had gone the wait-in-the-bathroom-until-he’s-alone route.

  He turned back to Maddie and really looked at her, not just a passing, agitated glance. He took in her bruised cheek and clenched his fists. The blood pounded in his veins, and his vision blurred. Somehow, he managed to keep his voice neutral when he asked, “He pistol-whipped you?”

  “Is that what it’s called? I always wondered what that term meant.” Madison smiled and then winced in pain. “Yeah, I guess he did.”

  Unwillingly, he took in her luscious curves underneath Eric’s wool jacket again. Christ, she was sexy.

  How much of an asshole are you, Gabe? Thinking about getting her flat on her back right after she’s had a gun to her head?

  He cleared his throat. “Did he make you take off your clothes? Did he—”

  “Umm, no.” Her face went red, and she glanced down at her bare feet. “I did that on my own.”