Professional violinist Shayna Macintyre has a problem. Her borrowed, multi-million dollar Stradivarius violin has been stolen—and someone is leaving her threatening messages to present herself to them, or else.
Mike Royce is used to being backup for the CIA, until him and his partner decided to retire and open their own security business. However, the best plans don’t always follow the rules when love is involved. Now, he’s working for the Omega Team on a special assignment as a babysitter. He’s never had a problem keeping things professional, until he sees Shayna, and now all he can do is think about her, and the very dirty things he wants to do with her. And to her.
When the threat to Shayna’s life intensifies, Mike will do anything in his power to keep her safe. Even if it means spending days on end locked up with her.
The valet came to his side, while another opened Shayna’s door. Mike barely kept the instinct to growl at the man to back off from escaping. He reached over, grabbing Shayna’s arm. “Wait by the side of the car for me,” he said too low for the others to hear, then quickly exited.
Shayna grabbed her purse, while he grabbed his overnight bag and the small case she’d brought. He held his hand out, his look daring her. They were supposed to be a couple on holiday he’d explained on the drive. The little minx smiled up at him, then instead of grabbing his hand, her arm snaked around his waist, snuggling into him.
He bent, putting his lips next to her ear. “Be good, or I’ll spank that pert little ass of yours.”
She licked her lips. “Now that sounds fun.”
A groan, part lust fueled, part fear she was playing with him, bubbled out of his clenched teeth. “Oh it will be much more than fun.” He let his hand trail down her rear, giving it a little tap.
Her hand trailed down his back, feathering over his ass. “Promises, promises.”
In that moment he wanted to say screw shopping and dinner. He wanted to whisk her up to the suite he’d reserved under an alias, but then common sense prevailed. “Put a pin in this convo and we will return to it later.” That was most definitely a promise he’d love to keep.
They entered the upscale hotel with him keeping a firm hold on Shayna. His arm now locked around her waist. Not once did she try to move away.
Once they were given the keys and he waved the bellhop away, he and Shayna walked arm and arm toward the bank of elevators. “Are you hungry or would you like to shop first?”
At his question, she sighed. “I hate shopping. I usually just grab something that’s in the window display, figuring the sales people clearly know more than me and I’m good to go.”
“Well, luckily for you, I happen to have a keen eye for fashion.” Mike held the door to their rooms open. He made a quick sweep of the space, then sat his suitcase in one of the rooms, placing hers in the other, then realizing she had a penchant for sleepwalking, he retraced his steps. “You’ll be sleeping in here with me. We can build a wall between us with pillows.”
“Has that worked with previous lady friends?” she asked walking to look out the bank of windows.
His instincts screamed at him to make her move back away from the glass, but he moved next to her instead. “Nope, I’ve never had to.”
“I bet. So, we doing this or not?” Nervousness edged her voice.
Mike turned her to face him, the sun cast a glow around her. “What’s wrong?”
She shrugged. “I don’t want to embarrass you.”
Confusion made him frown. “How would you do that?”
“I’m not like the women you probably have brought here before. I don’t like to shop. I don’t have the confidence to just hop into bed with you, even though I play at it. And…I can’t dance.” She tried to step away.
He gripped her upper arms. “First of all, shopping is not a big deal. You’re a rare treasure, and it will be my pleasure to show you the joy of going into a boutique and finding a dress. Second, I never expected you to hop into bed with me. This is a job, and even though I find you one of the most gorgeous women I’ve had the pleasure of meeting, it isn’t part of the requirements of being with me to hop into bed as you put it. And last, but certainly not least…how can you not dance if you play music, and I thought you said you liked Latin dancing. Besides, the beat is in you, you just haven’t figured out how to make your body flow with it. Luckily for you, I’m a great teacher. Now, do you need to use the ladies room before we head out?”
Shayna shook her head, then a beautiful smile lit her face. “You’re truly full of shit, but I thank you for your words. As for liking Latin dancing, I do. I love to watch it done by those who can do it, and do it well. I just happen to not be one of them.” Then she stood on her toes and kissed his chin.
Mike stood stunned for all of two seconds, but having hold of her arms, he didn’t allow her to step away. “I’m not lying. In fact, every word that just came out of my mouth is factual. However, instead of trying to convince you with words, I’ll do it with actions. Well, all except the second one. If I made love to you, we’d be here for hours and miss shopping, eating and dancing.” He grinned at her open mouthed expression. “Hold that thought. I need to check in with Grey first.”
Shayna searched his face, yet could tell he really believed what he said. The man was probably one of the sexiest she’d ever seen, and she had been around some of the most alluring in the world. She’d played the violin for princes, and kings. Yet this man could cause her to be speechless. The feel of his hard body pressed against hers, had her thinking of all the things she’d like to experience. She knew without a doubt he would be a wonderful lover, unlike the last man she’d been with. Lord, that man didn’t even deserve to be called a lover. Two minute man at best.
“Alright, but I’m holding you to it. You make me look stupid, and I’m going to find a way to repay you in kind.” She poked his chest with her finger, the warmth of his skin radiating out.
“I guess I’m safe then. Unless we stay here, and then neither of us are safe. I need to check in with Grey before we do anything though,” he growled.
He released his hold on her, stepping away reluctantly, or was that her wishful thinking? His voice muted as he spoke with Grey, yet she saw him glance at her over his shoulder, heat licking at her like he was physically touching her. Shit, she was in so much trouble.
When he placed the phone back in his pocket she waited for him to face her. “What did Grey say?”
Mike didn’t seem to be stunned at her question. “They are still getting Intel in, but said we should be on high alert,” he answered honestly.
Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her.
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