Cajun Spice by Desiree Holt Read Free Book Online Page B

French Quarter, ate excellent Cajun food, and watched another parade, he did his best to study her, looking for any clue this was all a big act with her. He found none. All he saw was a delightful, sexy, smart, funny woman who he wanted to keep in his life.
    He loved the way the sun picked up the blonde highlights in her hair. The way her incredible hazel eyes shone with laughter when they came upon something especially amazing. The light blue tee shirt she wore lay softly against the breasts he’d worshiped with his mouth for the past three nights, the nipples slightly visible like large gumdrops. Navy shorts hugged her nicely rounded hips and accentuated her toned legs that he could still feel wrapped around his body, pulling his cock tightly into her hot wet heat. Even now the mere thought of it had him harder than a steel spike.
    “You look like you’re deep in thought.”
    Daisy’s voice broke into his introspection, and he gave himself a mental shake. They were sitting at a little bistro table at a sidewalk café, drinking something called Mardi Gras Punch. She looked relaxed and happy, the lines of tension that had surrounded her eyes and mouth almost gone, her body relaxed.
    “Just thinking about how gorgeous and sexy you are,” he told her. “And how I can’t wait to get you out of those clothes later.”
    She gave a soft laugh. “Is that more of that spicy Cajun line?”
    “No line, Daisy.” He set his drink down, leaned across the small table, and took her free hand in his. “I know this started out as two people having a good time, but damn, woman. I don’t think I want this to end come Sunday.”
    She looked down at their joined hands, the smile disappearing from her face.
    “Oh, Marc.” She sighed.
    “Something wrong, chere ?” He pressed his finger beneath her chin, tilting her head up so she had to look at him. “I thought we were reading from the same page here. You’ll be back in New York. I’ll be back in New York. We can see where this thing goes, right?”
    He caught himself in mid thought.
    Where this thing goes? Exactly what was this thing , anyway ?
    This was supposed to be nothing more than a few days of fun and maybe some great sex between two people. At least that was how it started out. But his idea to romance her and entertain her and get her to spill her secrets wasn’t working out quite the way he’d expected. Not only was the romancing turning out to be much more, but he also was becoming more and more convinced she had no knowledge of or participation in Craig Myers’ scheme. Even if she did want to be a forensic accountant.
    He really needed to talk to Larry. That was who the texts had been from earlier, promising there might be more information later today. Marc wanted to know what it was and also to pass along his opinion of the situation. He just hoped he could do it all without Daisy getting wind of it.
    They explored the shops in the French Quarter, studying the window displays, even visiting a few advertising voodoo and love spells.
    “You lookin’ to cast a spell, Miss Daisy?” Marc teased.
    “I want to be able to say I checked it out.” She grinned. “Part of the New Orleans experience, right?”
    But in one of the little typical New Orleans shops, she found a tiny silver charm in the shape of a daisy and Marc insisted on buying for her.
    “Will this cast a spell over me?” She gave him a mischievous look.
    “Let’s hope so,” he teased right back. “At least for while we’re here.”
    When he fastened the chain around her neck, he felt a tiny shiver and swallowed a smile.
    “Thank you so much. You shouldn’t have, but I’m not giving it back.” She caressed the small charm, where it lay just above the swell of her breasts and damn! He wished it were his fingers on her skin.
    “Good.” He kissed her shoulder. “You’ll have a souvenir of our little adventure.”
    They stopped for dinner at a place he knew along that night’s parade route, a