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Date With a Devil: Blind Date From HellDance With the DevilHal and Damnation

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by Cherry Adair


  Deliberately, she shifted away from him, but didn’t get far. He stayed glued to her side. She used her elbow to shove him away. Useless of course. The man was as immovable as a mountain.

  Her stomach growled.

  “Too nervous with anticipation to eat before your date?” he whispered in her ear. “Didn’t I always tell you to at least eat a piece of cheese to settle that stomach of yours.”

  “So suggests the rat.” He’d insisted on feeding her soup and half a sandwich before they’d gone out on every job. It occurred to Mia that she hadn’t had indigestion since she and Jack had broken up.

  “Half an hour of making nice and we can slip away,” he assured her.

  “As long as it isn’t you I have to be nice t— Sandy!” Mia smiled, pleased to see the other woman who was a regular at the most “in” parties in the city. They air kissed exuberantly.

  Sandra Kilstrom grabbed Mia’s hands and held open her arms, raking her eyes down Mia from head to toe.

  Clearly disgusted, she scowled. “Damn it. Tell me you starve from Monday through Friday to keep this body or I’m going to have to kill you.”

  Mia smiled. “I watch every stingy morsel I put into my mouth and repent at the gym four times a week.”

  Sandy hugged her. “Oh! It’s so good to have you back, honey. Everyone has missed you.”

  Jack tightened his arm about Mia’s waist and pulled her close. Damn, the position was so familiar so comfortable, that for several seconds she forgot she was over him. She tried to subtly shift out of reach, but he held her more firmly against him and rubbed his palm up and down her bare arm. “She watches what she eats, and I watch her,” Jack told Sandy smoothly.

  “God, it’s great to see you two back together.” The older woman smiled at both of them while sidestepping a couple heading for the dance floor.

  “We’re n—”

  “We’re in the way of the dancers,” Jack inserted smoothly. Then winking at Sandy, said, “See you later, beautiful. Put me on your dance card for something slow and sexy.”

  Sandra stood on tiptoes to plant a kiss on Jack’s chin—the only place she could reach. “I’m going to hold you to that, Jack Ryan, and hunt you down like the dog you are if you don’t come looking for me.”

  “Too bad I’m a one-woman man,” he said, charming as ever. “I’m too crazy about Mia to stray. But if she ever dumps me, you’ll be the first to know.”

  Sandy giggled and Mia mentally rolled her eyes. If he’d loved her maybe, just maybe she might have stayed. With or without a commitment from him. But he’d never given her more of himself than she’d needed to know for the next assignment. He’d kept her shut out of his life beyond the bedroom. Jack loved excitement. He loved danger. He loved the chase. She’d wanted hearth and home—stability. He thrived on the unknown. And she wanted to wake up to see the same face on the pillow beside her every morning. Basically, she wanted predictable and safe.

  They were miles apart in every way that counted.

  The fact that she’d had predictable and safe for the past eight months and had been bored out of her mind had nothing at all do with anything.

  She wasn’t the first woman to go all weak-kneed and melt into a puddle of goo over one of his sexy smiles. Jack had that effect on any female. Damn it.

  Patting his broad chest with her fingertips, Sandy shook her head, “You are such a charming liar, Jack, it’s no wonder every woman here adores you.”

  I don’t, Mia thought. She may have learned the hard way, but she did, eventually, learn. And when dealing with Jack Ryan, it would pay to remember all those hard-won lessons.

  She glanced at him. Tall, dark and dangerous, he was the kind of man who fueled hot sweaty dreams. She should know.

  She smiled at Sandy. “Oh honey, you’re so sweet to try to make Jack feel better.”

  “Better about what?” Sandy gave Jack a speculative glance.

  Mia playfully punched Jack’s arm and managed to get a good pinch in while she was at it. “He’s always been a charmer and now that he’s losing his hair, well, he’s a little self-conscious.”

  Jack’s attention was on Mia’s mouth. Mia paid no attention and leaned into Sandy. “He’s in denial.”

  “I’ll tell you what I am,” he said mildly, meeting her gaze with a dangerous glint in his blue eyes and a crocodile smile showing brilliantly white teeth.

  “Oh honey…I’m sure Sandy doesn’t mind hearing about your…problems.”

  “There’s more?” Sandy gasped, eyes twinkling.

  “No,” Jack took hold of Mia’s arm. “See you later, beautiful.” He dragged her off through the crowd. “What was that about?” he asked smoothing his thumb up her back in a subtle caress. “Jealousy?”

  She snorted softly. “Just trying to remind you that we are not the couple of the social set anymore.” She shrugged Jack’s hand from around her waist. “Don’t pet me, don’t stroke me. We are not together—not now, not ever again. Keep your mind on the job. Got it?”

  A muscle in his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed into slits that shot fire. “Got it.”

  “I’m serious, Jack.”

  “So am I, darling. So am I. Want something to eat?”

  He wasn’t losing his hair. Or his appeal, damn it all to hell. One smile from Jack and she was tempted to forget his lack of commitment. One touch of his arm on any part of her body and she was willing to cancel out a future for the promise of a great here and now.

  He still had it. In spades. And she was probably in very deep trouble here. So the best thing to do would be to get the job done and get gone. But meanwhile…

  “Yes, I’m hungry. Too bad I’m not in that nice restaurant with the ever so charming Davis Sloan. I should’ve known better, shouldn’t I? Nobody is that sensitive, amusing and in tune with someone other than himself.”

  “I told you I didn’t lie to you. Everything Davis Sloan said came direct from me.”

  He again rested his hand lightly on the small of her back to cross the room to the buffet table.

  She wished she could believe him. He’d said so many…nice things in the past couple of weeks. She’d actually reached the point where she’d lunged for the phone when it rang, hoping it would be Davis—Jack. But painful experience warned against trusting him again. Although…as she thought about some of the things he’d said, she looked at him a little differently. Had he really been that lonely little boy, growing up knowing no one wanted him? She refused to be swayed by a vulnerability he no longer possessed. “Why Jack? Why bother playing this elaborate game? Why not just call me and say, hey, we need you for a job?”

  “You would’ve said no.”

  “Exactly my point. Freedom of choice.”

  “You’re the best.”

  “Was the best.”

  “Still are, darling.” He dipped his head and whispered in her ear. “Together we were unstoppable, in every way, and you know it.”

  Pride and pleasure slid down her spine. Probably not a good sign.

  “Anyway,” Jack said briskly, “we’re here now. Are you going to bitch all night?”

  She cocked her head as if giving it some thought. “I might.”

  He almost smiled. “Fair enough. Do this and you can bitch to your heart’s content.”

  “Gee, thanks. Since when we’re finished, you won’t be around to hear me.”

  They were briefly separated by a laughing foursome, but Mia distinctly heard him mutter, “Don’t bank on it, sweetheart. Don’t bank on it.”

  Fine. Jack always had his own agenda. Just because she’d once loved his agendas and everything else about him, didn’t mean she still did. She was immune now. Eight months of celibacy had been just what the doctor ordered. Regular sex with Jack had clouded her mind.

  Damned if she didn’t miss that cloud sometimes.

  “They have that imported smoked salmon you like,” he said scanning the long table.

  “I don’t eat it anymore. Makes me break
out.” Mia grabbed a gold-rimmed plate and started loading it with roast beef and small mushrooms. The last time she’d eaten salmon Jack had fed it to her between long bouts of insanely acrobatic lovemaking on the beach one hot summer night. Salmon made her break out with regret. Very bad for her mental health.

  There were too many people to make a private conversation possible or advisable and they were forced to greet dozens of people while they searched for somewhere to sit. “There?” he asked, indicating a wide window seat just vacated.

  “Sure.” She wanted a glass of South African wine, maybe two—three would be better. She wanted to be in a well-lit restaurant with Davis Sloan, the man she’d thought she was seeing—Stop it, Mia. Just get over it. While Jack’s methods sucked, and her mother was going to be blackballed for quite a while, the reason Mia was here was valid.

  She was the best.

  She’d do this one last job with her old partner and then she’d be done.

  There was no need to talk. They’d worked together enough times to know the drill. As much as she didn’t want to be here, her natural instincts had come back into sharp focus—almost as if she’d never left the agency. As if she and Ryan were still the best team in undercover work.

  The house was overflowing with guests. The doors, conveniently left open wide to dispel the body heat, also made it much easier to do a little second-story work. The converted mansions that comprised Embassy Row dated to the turn of the twentieth century. They were similarly laid out and Mia knew the floor plans as well as she knew her way around the local Hecht’s Department store. Tuxedo-clad undercover agents guarded the entrances and exits to the building, mandatory in the terrorist climate of the times. But she knew that the security force was there to keep people out, not monitor people within.

  Mia slid her plate onto a half-round table against the wall.

  “Ready?”

  He gave her a heavy-lidded look. “Always.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  BEING SO WELL CONNECTED proved to be a curse and a blessing. It was easy to maneuver the maze of guests with the comfortable ease of familiarity. However, they couldn’t move two feet without being stopped. Everyone wanted to chat.

  Jack wasn’t the only one to have missed Mia in the past eight months. She was well liked. And God only knew Jack loved to watch her interact with people. Even though her face was the first thing he imagined in the morning, and the last thing he imagined every night, the reality of Mia Rossi couldn’t be replicated—even in his fertile imagination.

  She was the only woman there not wearing a fortune in gems. A serviceable gold-plated watch, and a pair of quarter carat diamond studs she’d bought with her first dividend check, were all she wore with the understated black dress. And she still looked more beautiful, more elegant, than any woman in the room.

  Jack had bought Mia a fortune in jewelry during their time together. He’d tried it all. Diamonds, emeralds, gold and silver. Made no difference. She’d returned everything with a smile and a no thank you. She’d refused to accept expensive presents from him. He couldn’t, wouldn’t give her what she wanted most.

  The sound of her musical laughter, the sparkle of amusement in her big brown eyes, the habit she had of absently tucking a short strand of dark hair behind her ear as she listened, head half-cocked, to a long story by the terminally boring senator from Arkansas. Everything about her was achingly familiar, comfortable. And so tempting. He had never felt this kind of completeness with anyone. Even though it felt right, somehow things had gone terribly, terribly wrong for them. Jack mentally cursed. This was not the path his brain should be on. It was too dangerous on too many levels.

  Mia Rossi was a complete pain in his ass. Opinionated. Stubborn. Unyielding. And worst of all, unforgiving.

  She wanted nothing to do with him. Yet he wanted to do everything with her. To her.

  Hell.

  Beautiful. Courageous. Sexy as hell. He fanned his fingers out on the small of her back and felt a visceral jolt as her skin warmed under his touch and she unconsciously shifted under his hand. She’d always been responsive to the smallest of his touches.

  Just as he was responding to the knowledge that under that sleek little dress she wore that amazing thong. The thong he still had dreams about. The thong she’d wear whenever she wanted to drive him crazy.

  Man. He had it bad.

  It took almost twenty minutes to cruise from one side of the enormous reception room to the other. Jack kept his arm around Mia’s slender waist, his hand intimately brushing her hip. Her active little brain might be as annoyed as hell at him, but her lush body responded as it always had. Her skin felt hot beneath his palm, and her eyes held that fiery glint that promised either retribution or mind-blowing sex. Tonight he knew it would be retribution.

  There were a few groups of people standing around chatting in the wide corridor, which led to the library cum study and to the rest rooms available to the guests. Jack backed Mia against the inlaid mahogany paneling.

  “Wha—”

  He leaned into her and crushed his mouth down on hers. He dove into the kiss like a man with heat-stroke diving into the cool aqua waters of a swimming pool.

  Her mouth tasted achingly familiar. Slick, wet from the wine she’d drunk. God. Mia… Jack wasn’t going to waste this. He ignored her nails digging into his forearms through his shirt and jacket. Ignored the strength of her grip. He wrapped his arms around her slender body, leaned into her and drank from her mouth until he was dizzy with want, blazing with need.

  He slid one hand up her back to cup the nape of her neck. His other palm slipped down to cup her bottom. She murmured against his marauding lips. Jack wasn’t sure if it was a protest or compliance and he was very close to that state where he didn’t much care. Knowing Mia, her brain was complaining and her body had already started softening. At least, he hoped so. It wasn’t possible to even think that she wasn’t feeling this. It was too intense, too encompassing. Too…huge.

  Acutely aware that people milled around them, Jack kept his attention on Mia’s mouth. The feel of her peaked nipples were hidden against his shirt-front, and for his pleasure alone.

  Her lips, once soft, were now avid against his. She might believe—hell, he wanted her to believe—that this was all part of his game plan. God only knew they’d done it before. Appeared about to rip each other’s clothes off and snuck into a dark library, office or locked room to heist something for Uncle Sam.

  For Jack this was far more than a game plan to get them into the privacy of the library. Reluctantly, he eased his mouth from hers, lifting his head to look at her. Her eyes were glazed and slightly unfocused. He brushed moisture from her mouth with the side of his thumb. “Ready?”

  “A-absolutely.” She straightened away from the wall. When he didn’t automatically step back, she scowled and shoved at his chest with her palms.

  “Don’t push your luck, Ryan,” she said in a husky whisper.

  If observed from more than three feet away they would appear to be nothing other than two lovers engaged in intimate conversation. He wrapped his arm about her slender waist.

  “Let’s do it.” He guided her toward the closed double doors of the library. “Hope to hell there’s no one in here,” Jack said in a stage whisper.

  Mia, as good as she ever was, played right along. “Oh, honey…do you really think we should?”

  Jack shoved open the door with an impatient hand, almost dragged her inside and slammed the door, knowing what everyone on the other side would think.

  The second the door closed, Mia turned and twisted the lock.

  “You didn’t have to paint my tonsils, Jack,” she complained. The heavy, dark green velvet drapes were open to the night. Without a doubt, security guards were perambulating on the wide patio beyond the French doors. “Close the drapes and let’s just get this over with.”

  Jack started walking past her to cross the room. He felt eyes on them and used the opportunity to touch her che
ek. “I’ve missed you.”

  “Good, you’re well-practiced then. You won’t have a hard time adjusting when you miss me again.” The daggers in her eyes met their mark. In fact, her marksmanship was a legend at the agency. Legendarily bad. She couldn’t hit a barn door at high noon.

  “Let’s get this farce on the road.” She put a slender hand, palm down on his chest. With the other hand she reached behind her for the long zipper that curved up her back.

  He wished it was real and not staged for their unseen audience. “I’ll get the drapes.”

  “Make it snappy.” The dress parted revealing slender, creamy pale shoulders. Jack yanked at the drapes, but kept his eyes on the woman pretending to strip.

  “Stop ogling. I’m doing this for the benefit of those guys outside, not for you,” Mia said impatiently. “Hurry up and close the drapes, would you?”

  Honest to God, looking at her face anyone would be forgiven for believing she was as hot for him as he was for her. But Jack knew that look in her eyes too well. It wasn’t lust—it was blood lust. Big difference.

  And he was as hard as a pistol despite knowing that Mia was stripping only for the benefit of the job. “The pull’s on the left side.”

  He used the pull and the heavy drapes slowly slid closed, blocking out the square black eyes of the French doors.

  All business now, Mia pulled the dress back up over her shoulders and struggled with the zipper as she moved swiftly to the painting on the far wall. “Just for the record, a Hollywood kiss would have done the job.”

  “You know I strive for authenticity,” he told her, handing her a pair of thin latex gloves from his pocket. He leaned against the door and observed her slender, gloved fingers feel around the perimeter of the painting, studying the frame for any creative security feature.

  “Anything?” he asked quietly.

  “Hand me my purse.”

  He dug the small clutch out of his pocket and opened it.

 

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