Dark Admirer by Charlotte Featherstone Read Free Book Online

mercenary even, but his touch was anything but. Holy …that was the only way she could describe what she felt when his hands had been travelling along her body.
    “I’ll…I’ll,” she stuttered, her face now hot with embarrassment. “I’ll just go to the back and see what I can get you. The water in the kettle might even still be hot. Do you drink tea?”
    He watched her without blinking, his gaze tracking her as she cautiously stepped around him.
    “ I will eat and drink whatever sustenance you give me.”
    She damn near ran from the room then. It was not normal to hear another’s words in your head. And mother of God, it was so not an every day occurrence to see what she was seeing reflected on the wall.
    Wings . She blinked and shook her head, trying to clear her vision. When she opened her eyes, the shadow was gone, but somehow she knew that she had imagined the image of majestic wings. She thought of the raised points between his shoulders and wondered if that’s what they were. Then she wondered if she was going to have to check herself into St. Mike’s and their crisis centre, because she was certain she was going psychotic.
    Did she really believe that she was entertaining a six foot five angel in her bookstore? Was she really buying that image of wings or had she read too many paranormal romances lately?
    As she worked quickly around her little kitchen at the back of the building, Eve paused with a bread knife in her hand and looked down at the loaf of raisin bread she was about to cut into.
    What the fuck was she doing? She was alone in her bookstore in the middle of a nasty ice storm with some stranger, a stranger who had half his face tattooed and looked like he could take her body and pull her limbs out with barely any effort. But he hadn’t. He’d been nothing but kind.
    And then there was that chemistry that seemed to flare up between them. There was definitely sexual heat there. But then maybe it was all one sided—hers—and maybe, just maybe she’d finally cracked up. Because normal people didn’t think they saw angels, and if they did, they certainly didn’t think about said angel tossing her on the ground in front of the fireplace and tearing off her jeans.
    With a groan, Eve turned back to the bread and cut a thick slice off, trying not to think of the man or her wet panties. Too long, she chided herself as she finished slicing up the loaf, she’d gone too long without sex, and while her vibrator was good, it wasn’t as good as a warm flesh and blood cock.
    Slamming the knife down onto the counter, she reached for the electric kettle and poured some water into two mugs. Steam curled in grey tendrils. Thank God she’d used the kettle right before Gemma’s phone call. It was still hot, and lord knew she needed a good cuppa to get her wits unscrambled.
    Eve pulled out the few remaining slices of cheese from the bar fridge she used to hold her lunches and piled everything on a heavy wooden tray. She placed a small creamer of milk and a jar of sugar on the tray, not knowing what he took in his tea. Hell, she didn’t even know if angels drank tea.
    She paused with the tray in her hands and closed her eyes as a sudden earth shattering thought screamed in her head. Maybe he was here because tonight she was going to die. Maybe he was one of those messenger angels that came to people before the big event. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t speak because he didn’t want to have to tell her she was going to bite the big one tonight.
    The plates and mugs rattled together on the tray as her hands shook. Why should she be so afraid of dying? Death was no stranger to her.
    But I don’t want to die. Not yet.
    Jesus, she needed to get a grip. She was going insane here thinking of such ridiculous things. This guy, despite the weird tats, was not an angel. Her fear had made her irrational, had made her see images where there was none. And she wasn’t dying. Not tonight and not tomorrow. She was healthy