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Genevieve encircled the hotel suite&039;s su room furniture for the fifth time, her cell phone pressed to her ear Her skin was still hu from the elevator encounter with Jean-Baptiste, and her mind refused to drop the memory curtain on his face, his eyes, those lips

She didn&039;t understand as happening to her, and why she didn&039;t seeeous, yes Had a body so long and heavy with muscle that she felt tiny and nondescript in coet-too-close attitude like a second and very sexy skin But she was a shtful She had a job to do A future to procure A home and family to save and protect And noto get in the way of that

No ed her to think otherwise

"Darumbled, then yanked herself back to reality as the female on the other end of the line questioned her outburst "No, no," Genevieve said quickly "Nothing to do with you

Everything&039;s fine, and I&039;ll be ho I promise"

"Don&039;t make promises you can&039;t keep, Miss Burel," carowl behind her

Genevieve startled, jabbed at the off button

"Canceling that hot date?" he continued

"I told you, I don&039;t have a" Her words died away, never to be found again, as she turned around and her eyes focused on the drool-worthy speci in the bedroom doorway, only a white torapped around his lean hips, was Jean-Baptiste Clearly he&039;d just come from the shower because his hair et and slicked back fro to the heavily tattooed skin of his hard chest Her gaze ate up every inch, every , every color She&039;d seen the skull and tribal ink adorning his neck and collarbone, but beneath that, covering his broad shoulders and down boththeir teeth Artistic lines of green and blue seerass, like the bayou

Her perusal continued inward His pectorals were free of ink, but one nipple was pierced, and down at the very base of his ripped abdos

For one brief second, Genevieve nearly demanded he turn around God, she wanted to see his back, wanted to see what kind of tattoos had been inked into his smooth, tanned, thickly ht that wasbehind him

"It is"

"And my shower"

He sniffed with irritation "I have a bathtub"

"And that&039;s a problem?"

"I don&039;t do bathtubs, Miss Burel" His eyebrow lifted "Unless I have coht have had her sane mind back, but her body was still cos were doing that ht around her e, new compulsion to attack

Lust and deep sexual interest had never played a part in her life She&039;d been too busy with establishing her career and caring for her Grands And lately, refusing to be angry with her parents for acting cowardly and taking off, leaving her to deal with the dying ic inside their ho theers through their hair as she growled and begged thes dirty?

Not until now

Until Jean-Baptiste

Her stoer, this desire to run at him and lick her way down his throat, chest, abdo to ruin her if she let it

Working alongside the elders required full focus, a vow of chastity, and a gold star with this mission She could not allow herself to be swayed

"So, as that on the phone?" he deet past hiet into her bedroo ht"

"They worry about you?"

"Of course" She moved around the leather couch

"You don&039;t seem like the kind of female ould make a parent worry"

Unlike you, Mr Baptiste "I&039;m afraid I don&039;t knohat that means" His mouth curved into a wicked smile "Yes, you do"

She stopped before him, waited for hi opinions about who I am, Mr Baptiste I&039; to ru a book by its cover?"

He looked her up and down "Which one would bother you more?"

"I&039;m not sure"

"You should be sure, Miss Burel

Because one is understandable, the other is not"

"And which one are you?" God, he sry puma

His eyes lifted to ments based on appearances"

So, he&039;d heard ru about her?

And ere they saying?

"You e others," she said, trying like hell to control her breathing He was just so close His clean scent, and all that naked, heavily inked, heavily s buckled and she fell, would he catch her? Maybe she should try it and see

"Come now, Miss Burel Don&039;t

pretend you didn&039;t take one look at me, at this," he pointed to his lip, "and these," he brushed a hand across his shoulder, "and decide I&039;oing to deny it," she said priht on"

His eyebrow-the one with the metal

-jacked up

Her eyes locked with his "You are bad news, Mr Baptiste"

"I&039;ve done nothing to you, Miss Burel"

Nothing exceptexcept ain why I&039;ed a piece that had long ago escaped her er "You have beautiful hair Feels like silk in my hand"

"Thank you" God, what else could she say? Her heart slaainst her ribs

His eyes narrowed on the crown of her head, at her bun "I have this irrepressible urge to take it down I want to see what all that pale gold looks like floating around your face, kissing your neck, playing against the pale skin of your shoulders"

Her chest tightened Her breasts and nipples, too "You ainst the fabric of my shirt"

He shook his head "No, Miss Burel

That&039;s not what I mean"

Her stomach clenched with

awareness, and below her waist, between her unsteady legs, she felt the heat in her sex turn liquid Her lips parted and she started to pant The button at her throat once again constricted her breathing, and she touched it with her fingers Maybe she could undo just one button

A knock at the door startled the with true

menace, Jean-Baptiste stalked past her

Genevieve took the opportunity to et her head on straight

"You get that door," she called after hi she heard was a great whoosh of air as Jean-Baptiste hauled back the thickly beveled glass, then snarled at whoever stood on the other side

He&039;d put clothes on

He&039;d even set the table

But as he stared across the black marble at Genevieve, all he wanted to do was strip them both bare and take her on top of the china

She was drinking a beer That&039;s all she was doing But it was the way she was doing it that washis cock stand up tall and screaers rapped around the bronze, pony neck, and her lips were sealed against the wet rim as she sed

Fuck, he was in trouble

His cat snarled and spit inside his chest in agreement