A Siren for the Bear (Sarkozy Brothers Book 1) by Meredith Clarke, Pia Milan Read Free Book Online Page B

through the second session, and when they broke in the late afternoon, she was more relieved than she could express. She'd fairly raced for her room, begging fatigue before hurrying away.
    The blonde came by to drop off a plate, which Carson thought was very considerate of her. But when Carson thanked her graciously, she received nothing more than a cool glare in return.
    She tugged off her tights and shirt, got comfortable, and dozed for a while, dropping to sleep as she stared out at the sunset.
    When she woke, the room was cold and her skin was icy. She'd fallen asleep on top of the covers.
    She snuggled under the thick blankets and waited for sleep to come, but half an hour later, she was staring out at the twinkling stars, wide awake. At times like these she practiced, making use of her wakefulness, because tossing and turning made for bad sleep and a grumpy Carson.
    She scrambled off the bed and threw her shirt on, slipping out of the room in her bare feet. She made her way down the one flight, heading to the studio. The place was dark, with just a set of small down-lights on at the back of the soundproof room.
    She tiptoed through the sound room to the door to the inner recording room, and was searching for the light switch, when she caught sight of someone sitting in a small pool of yellow light, shadowed by moonlight.
    Marek was near the window, perched on the window seat that ran the length of the wall, headphones covering his ears, his forehead scrunched in concentration.
    The door shut behind her, the sharp click alerting him to her presence.
    Crap.
    He shifted off the seat, tugging the headphones from his ears.
    Carson swallowed. They were completely alone. Which was a very bad thing.
    "Sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here." She backed away, awareness filling her veins. They were together here, in this room that looked out on to the wild night. Her heart thudded against her ribs and her breath seemed to have escaped her lungs.
    She took a soft breath and reached for the handle behind her. "I'll just leave you alone."
    He was across the room in the blink of an eye, moving so swiftly and silently she didn't even see him until his hand closed over hers.
    "Don't go."  
    Carson looked up at him, a part of her brain registering how close he stood in front of her.
    She cleared her throat. "I have to."
    "Why."
    "Because this isn't a good idea."
    "What isn't?"
    She cleared her throat again, then bit her lip. There was no escape unless he let her open the door.
    She was scrabbling around for something to say when he said, "I owe you an apology."
    "What for?"
    "For not telling you I was part of the band."
    She shrugged. "It's not really my business, is it?"
    "It is when it might have meant you'd turn down my offer."
    "You thought I would turn it down because you were in the band?" she repeated, frowning.
    "Would you have?"
    She opened her mouth to say no, then realized she might have declined had she known. Only because he was altogether too much for her to deal with. Knowing she'd be seeing him day in and day out for weeks might have been enough of her to decline the offer.
    He smiled and took a step away. "Exactly." He sounded so self-deprecating that Carson reached out and grabbed on to his forearm. She hadn't meant to touch him, but the contact was enough to send heat flaring through her limbs.
    The muscles beneath her fingers flexed and he said, "You should let go of me now."
    The instruction was odd, as if it was a reluctant warning. She looked up at him, hesitant to break the contact, enjoying the feel of him too much.
    When she saw the fire spark in his eyes it was already too late.
    He shifted closer, his hooded eyes watching her, and she took a step back, but not because she wanted to get away. More because she felt she couldn't breathe with him so close.
    The wall was at her back. She had nowhere to go, and when he bent his head to hers, she let out a soft sigh.
    His lips closed over hers, possessing her, his