She shivered from the inside out, her breasts plumped and tingled and the skin between her legs dampened and throbbed, ripening for him. He dragged his lips along her cheek, his nose along her jaw and inhaled, breathing her in, before bringing his lips back to her mouth. She could feel the tension in his body, the desire blistering through his skin, the sinfully hot ridge of his arousal nudging against her belly.
She swallowed a whimper, left his mouth and licked a path along the slightly salty side of his neck, then nipped at his earlobe. Gratifyingly, he shivered and drew her closer, lifting her up until she could feel him nestled at the top of her thighs.
Oh, sweet hell, Charlie thought as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. His big hands shaped her bottom and squeezed, managing to align her so perfectly that when she so much as breathed, pleasure bloomed in her sex.
She was a few inhalations away from a spectacular orgasm.
And as much as she’d love that…she couldn’t let it happen.
With a sigh of regret, she broke free and stepped back.
He blinked at her for a moment, then sanity returned to his gaze and he passed a hand over his face.
“Sorry,” he said. “I—”
“No, it’s fine,” she told him, because the last damned thing she wanted him to be was sorry that he’d kissed her. She was lots of things at the moment—hot, bothered and unsatisfied, for starters—but her only regret was not being able to take this to its natural conclusion.
But she couldn’t. Not with him. He was The Enemy, she reminded herself with a bracing breath. The guy who’d taken her dream job. The guy she was bound and determined to best. Looking to him for a little mutually satisfying sex would be the height of stupidity, and while Charlie would admit to some occasional dumbass-ness, she was rarely unforgivably stupid.
And sleeping with Jay Weatherford would certainly be that.
He straightened and pushed away from the edge of the desk. “You know what?” he said matter-of-factly. “I lied.”
“What?”
“I lied,” he repeated. “I’m not sorry. I apologized because it felt like the right thing to do, but I’m not sorry. I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day—” his broody gaze dropped to her mouth, making her lips tingle anew “—and I’m not sorry that I did it because it only confirms what I expected all along.”
Charlie couldn’t quite catch her breath. “Oh? What was that?”
“That you have the best mouth I’ve ever seen,” he said baldly. “It’s unbelievably hot. Soft, plump, ripe and better-tasting than any other.” He waited for her to say something, but she couldn’t. She was too stunned to speak. “Now’s when you’re supposed to pay me a compliment, too,” he said, gesturing magnanimously. “Doesn’t have to be as eloquent as mine, but it’s only good manners to repay it in kind.”
Charlie struggled to form a coherent thought. She’d never met a guy quite like Jay, one who was so forthright and honest. “You...”
He smiled encouragingly. “Yes?”
“You... You have nice shoulders,” she blurted out. His face went comically still. “That’s a new one on me, but I’ll take what I can get.” He paused. “And I mean that literally. Fair warning, Charlie. I’m going to kiss you again.”
Panic punched her heart rate into a swifter rhythm. “Oh, no. I—” More kissing would inevitably lead to more.. .of everything else.
“I know it’s a bad idea,” he said, reading her mind. He shrugged helplessly. “We’re opponents working for rival companies. I’ve got the job you wanted. You want to annihilate me. I get it. But—” He stepped forward again, lessening the distance between them, and slid his thumb across her bottom lip. His lids dropped to half-mast and he sighed softly, then brushed her mouth once more with his. “—I know my own strength and this is a battle I’m not going to win.”
She lifted her chin. “Just because you can’t win your battle doesn’t mean I can’t win mine,” she said, striving for some sort of mental high ground.
He grinned at her. “True,” he said. “But you’ve got to want to win it...and you don’t want to any more than I do.”
And the hell of it was.. .she knew he was right.
Damn.
Chapter 9
“There’s been a development” Aggie said when Charlie and Jay practically skidded into the room. Jay was gentleman enough to let her enter first, a gesture of courtesy too many women these days didn’t appreciate.
While Aggie was well aware that women had earned their spots in the work force, she’d never understood the I’ll-get-my-own-door mentality some of them subscribed to. Opening a door, pulling out a chair, standing when a woman rose from the table. These were things her parents had taught their sons, lessons she’d passed on to her boys.
Evidently Jay’s mother and father had taken the time to teach him, as well. It was heartening to see that, to know that some people still remembered and appreciated old-school deportment.
He nodded in her direction. “Good morning, Ms. Aggie.”
She smiled at him. “Morning, dear. I trust you slept well.”
He flashed a grin. Goodness, what a handsome devil. “Like a baby, thank you.”
The telltale smudges beneath Charlie’s eyes told her that the younger woman hadn’t fared as well, but she asked all the same. “And you, Charlie?”
Her gaze darted fleetingly to Jay, then a smile that was just a little wan and too hesitant shaped her lips. “Fine, ma’am. You said there was a development. What’s happened?”
Aggie released a nervous breath. “The ransom instructions were delivered sometime during the night. Smokey found them this morning when he arrived.”
Jay’s gaze sharpened. “Found them where?”
“On the gatehouse. They were taped to the window.”
For whatever reason, that made Charlie blush. “Burt didn’t find them?”
“No,” Aggie said. “Burt arrives at seven.” She hesitated. “Smokey typically gets here a little earlier.” Because Aggie was an early riser and liked to prepare her own breakfast, it had become their habit to share the meal together without Jasmine or any of the other staff. She absolutely cherished that time. It was her favorite part of the day, watching him duck into the kitchen, then smile when he saw her, the light reaching his wise eyes.
“What time did he get here this morning?” Jay asked.
“Five-thirty.” He liked to watch her cook, had said seeing a woman move around the kitchen was the second-best way to start a morning. She’d never mustered the courage to ask what he thought the best way to start the morning was. She expected his answer would make her blush.
“Could we see it?” Jay asked.
Aggie noted the we with pleasure. A quick glance at Charlie confirmed that she’d caught the use of the plural, as well. She looked almost startled, for lack of a better description. As though she wasn’t used to a man who wasn’t trying to put his own interests first.
“Of course.” Aggie retreated to the library table to retrieve the missive and then handed it to Charlie. She’d hired her, after all. It only seemed right. Furthermore, she wanted to see what Charlie would do, to see if she’d willingly share the information that had just been put into her hands.
“I wish I had some gloves,” Charlie muttered as she carefully withdrew the note. “I feel like I’m destroying whatever evidence might be here.”
“The last letter was clean,” he told her. “No prints, no trace.” He nodded toward the pasted-letter note. “No doubt this one is, as well.”
Charlie made a moue of concession and studied the instructions. A line knitted her brow.
“What is it?” Aggie wanted to know.
“Something about this is nagging me,” she said. “I feel like I should be recognizing something here.” The same expression was written across Jay’s face. “I’m pulling the same vibe. I can’t put my finger on it, but...”
She looked up at him. “I know. I feel like I’ve seen it before�
��and I have, in the other letter, of course— but this is different.”
They bent their heads over the note, scrutinizing it further. “They want the money wired into an offshore account,” Jay said. “That’s clean. It doesn’t give us any chance at all of meeting them. Catching them. Finding anything incriminating.”
“And look at this,” Charlie pointed out. “They’re going to text the account number to Aggie’s phone in scrambled intervals—my guess, with several disposable cell phones—with a sixty-second window to make the transfer.” She looked up at him. “That’s slick. It doesn’t leave any time to investigate the account. Chances are they’re going to be ready to immediately move the money again—sweep it directly into another account—and close the original.”
“Should we go that route?” he asked. “Would you have enough time to hack into the system?”
She winced thoughtfully. “I don’t know. Sixty seconds isn’t a long time. And definitely not with the equipment I brought with me.”
“I don’t understand half of what you just said, but I can get you whatever you need,” Aggie interjected.
“Obviously, I’ll pay the ransom.” Her voice broke, but she collected herself when they both looked up at her. “But I will not release one red cent until I know for sure that my Truffles is fine, that not a hair on her little body has been harmed.”
“It says here that they will text the location of the dog once the transfer is complete.”
Aggie’s lips formed a hard smile. “Then I guess this is what one would call a Mexican standoff, because I won’t transfer the money without confirmation that my dog is alive and well.”
Charlie winced. “Until we find them, we have no way of communicating that”
“In the event that we don’t apprehend them before the first set of numbers arrives, we’ll simply have to text back,” Jay said.
“We can’t if they block the number,” Charlie pointed out.
“Surely you can find your way around that.” There was admiration in his tone.
Aggie watched a smile bloom over Charlie’s lips, observed Jay’s sudden preoccupation with her mouth, then saw Charlie’s cheeks pinken in response.
Well, well, well. It was entirely possible the two of them were going to do more than learn to work together. Imagine that. Her, an inadvertent matchmaker. How lovely.
Charlie tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and turned to look at Aggie. “It’s my sincere hope that you don’t have to pay the ransom, Ms. Aggie, and with that in mind, I’d like to ask you a few more questions.”
“Of course, dear. I’ll help in any way I can.”
“Was there any particular reason that Burt didn’t receive a gift from Goldie upon her death? He told me that he’d worked for the estate for twenty years. You mentioned that other faithful employees had been generously rewarded for their service and I just wondered...” She trailed off.
Aggie smiled. “You want to know why Goldie didn’t leave Burt any money?”
Charlie shrugged helplessly. “Well...yes, actually.” “If you’ve talked to Burt, then you know the answer to that already. Goldie knew that if she left Burt money he’d funnel it all into that UFO club of his. Instead, she bought Burt a house and gave it to him with the stipulation that it can never be mortgaged except in the event of extenuating circumstances. Illness and the like,” she told them. “Burt cashed out his retirement the year before Goldie died and made a documentary about people who had been ‘probed’ by aliens.” She gave a delicate shudder. “Blew the whole thing on fancy cameras and editing equipment and spent thousands of dollars traveling across the country to interview other probees. Years of savings gone in a matter of months.” She winced. “Goldie was heartbroken. She didn’t want him to end up with nowhere to live, so making sure he had a home was her first priority.”
Charlie inclined her head knowingly. “Ah.” She chewed the inside of her cheek. “He neglected to mention that part.”
“He doesn’t think about it,” Aggie told her. “He mans the gate, chats with other UFO enthusiasts online and plays Scrabble. He’s...different,” she added, trying to find a word that would adequately describe the odd gatekeeper. “But harmless.”
“Would you like some tea, ma’am?” Jasmine asked from the doorway.
“Yes, please, Jasmine,” Aggie told her. “That would be lovely.”
“How long has she worked for you?” Jay wanted to know, shooting a speculative look after the cook.
“About ten months,” Aggie told him. “I have trouble keeping a cook.” She laughed softly. “Evidently I don’t eat enough to justify having one, but—” she shrugged “—it’s a treat for me. Years of putting dinner on the table for other people, worrying over what everyone liked, should I have made something different—that will do it to you.”
“Perfectly understandable,” Charlie said, smiling at her. “I’d love to have a cook.”
Seemingly surprised, Jay looked over at her. “You can’t cook?”
“Of course I can,” she said with an exasperated eye roll. “I just don’t like cooking for one. It doesn’t taste as good.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
She glared up at him. “Can you cook?”
“I can grill,” he said. “And microwave.”
She gave her head a small shake. “Why are we talking about this?”
That’s what Aggie would have liked to know. But it was vastly entertaining. If she weren’t so concerned about the safe return of her pet she’d be delighted for them to continue. As it was, she needed them to focus.
“Do either of you have any more questions for me?” she asked kindly.
Their startled expressions swiveled toward her as though they’d both forgotten she was there.
“I found a fishing bobber on the other side of the fence,” Jay remarked. “It’s probably nothing, but I wondered if there were any ponds nearby.”
Aggie frowned, pondering the question, then shook her head. “The Whitmoors have an elaborate goldfish pond, but that’s purely decorative.”
He pulled a face. “I thought as much, but still wanted to ask.”
“Does Truffles like peanut butter?” Charlie wanted to know.
Aggie grinned, her heart aching for her pet. “She adores it. She’s got a toy that I fill with peanut butter and freeze. She’ll spend hours licking the peanut butter out of it.”
Jay and Charlie shared a look.
“What?” Aggie asked, trepidation tightening her belly.
“We think Truffles was baited,” Charlie said. “I found a smear of peanut butter on the back wall.” Aggie felt a frown knit her brow. “Baited? But how did they get her out of the yard?”
Jay shrugged and exhaled a long breath. “That’s the million-dollar question. But when we find the answer we’ll have our culprit.”
“Speaking of which,” Charlie said significantly. “I’d better get started.”
So she was back to I, was she? Aggie noted, mildly disappointed. “If you’ll make a list of that computer equipment you need, I’ll send Smokey out to get it for you.”
“Thanks,” Charlie said gratefully. “That would be a big help.”
Aggie nodded. “Consider it done.”
She watched Jay go in one direction and Charlie go in another. Sadly, it reminded her of another man and woman who couldn’t seem to get on the same path. And she was tired of walking alone.
* * *
It would have been helpful to know that Burt had been working at the Betterworth estate for the past twenty years and hadn’t been given any cash as the other employees had, Jay thought, irrationally irritated that a) Charlie hadn’t told him about it, b) that he’d asked her last night and had gotten so damned distracted from his line of questioning by that incendiary kiss that he’d completely forgotten to press the issue and c) that he had neglected to ask the right question in the first place.
Ultimately, it was no one’s fault but his own, but k
nowing that didn’t make him feel any better. Had she kissed him because she hadn’t wanted to answer his questions? Because she’d needed to distract him and she’d used his own desire against him? Hadn’t that been his original plan?
How galling.
Even more degrading? He’d do it all over again... and fully intended to. That kiss...
His gut constricted with remembered desire, his groin tightened and a low breath leaked out of his lungs. While Jay had never been what one would call a player, he’d nevertheless spent a good bit of time honing his skills in the bedroom. He knew when to kiss, when to suck, when to caress, when to nuzzle and when to take things to the next level.
Because he was competitive, he wanted to be the best, so he’d also made it a point to be a selfless lover. A slow smile slid over his lips. Meaning he wouldn’t scream until she did.
And right now, he wanted nothing more than to make her scream until she couldn’t breathe, until she was hoarse from the effort, until the same little claws that had torn into his chest when they’d rolled around on the floor last night were scoring his back.
He wanted her with a ferocity that was unparalleled, unmatched and wholly unexpected. When his mouth had touched hers, the rest of the world had simply retreated out of existence. The feel of those unbelievably carnal lips beneath his—the ripe taste of her—had simply undone him.
Jay wasn’t used to coming undone. In fact, he was typically the one doing the undoing, so even admitting that she’d affected him as thoroughly as she had instilled a tiny drop of panic into his chest.
There was something different about her, he realized. Something beautiful and sweet, strong, witty and endearing. When he looked at her, he felt as if his feet were flying out from under him. His lips twitched. Much like last night when she’d literally cut him off at the knees and sent him sprawling onto the carpet. That took some serious skill, and when he considered that she’d done it—his petite little warrior—he was unreasonably proud of her.
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