Dark Admirer by Charlotte Featherstone Read Free Book Online Page A

as an ox. She hadn’t even had so much as a cold so far this winter. No, death was out of the question. And so too, was the idea that this guy was an angel.
    He’s just a lost soul , she told herself as she made her way to the bookstore. Some guy who’s down on his luck.
    When she emerged, she saw that he was seated on the floor, watching her. She tried not to stumble or look scared, but shit…those eyes, what they did to her belly, and the way he looked at her had her thinking of all kinds of improper things.
    Christ she was vacillating. First he was here to tell her of her death, and now she was wanting him to mount her and screw her brains out. She was so going nuts.
    He took the tray from her hands and set it on the floor. Then he reached for her hand and gently tugged her, helping her to sit down. The second their hands touched, something electrical rushed up her arm. Their gazes met, and with the grace of a bull, Eve sunk down to the floor, off cantered by the sensation coursing through her body. She tried to act all nonchalant, like his touch hadn’t been of any significance, but she was certain he saw through her act. How could he not, her hands were shaking like leaves as she tried to take the lid off the sugar container.
    He stayed her hand and moved it aside. He put a spoonful of sugar into a mug, then a dollop of milk, stirred the mixture then gave her the mug. Earl Grey tendrils steamed upwards. The smell of citrus and bergamot was comforting and she sank down onto her butt and raised the mug to her lips.
    How had he known how she took her tea?
    He passed her the plate with the bread, and she shook her head. “No, you go ahead. I’m not hungry.”
    Words, quiet and distant whispered through her thoughts. “ I know of your hunger. I can feel it.”
    Was it truly his voice or was she really just slipping deeper into a psychosis?
    Unfortunately, her stomach chose that exact second to agree with him. Grimacing, she shook her head at him and sipped at her tea, wondering if he knew of the other hunger growing inside her—the one for him.
    He frowned and she saw his pupils magically change from perfect circles to narrowed slits. His lips changed from supple and lush, to a hard thin line that made them look cruel, especially with the tattoo inked over his mouth.
    He buttered a slice of bread and reached for a piece of cheese. With a hard look, he handed them to her. She shook her head again. “It’s not like I’m going to fade away you know, if I miss out on one supper,” she said with a self deprecating laugh. “Some people might think I should avoid a few meals.”
    His gaze immediately dropped away from her face only to rake over her body, lingering on her breasts, her belly, her thighs. Eve fought the urge to bring her knees up to her chest and curl her body up tight in a little ball, hiding herself away from those mysterious eyes of his.
    Slowly his gaze came up to rest on her face. Only this time when he looked at her, his eyes were more turquoise, and the pupils elliptical slits. The pupil moved, widened, and she felt an unmistakable pulling sensation on her body, as if he were drawing her closer to him with nothing but his eyes. He didn’t say anything though, just kept watching her as he held his hand outstretched to her. There was no denying they were having a silent tug of war. Eve could tell by the set of his mouth, he wasn’t going to give in, and since she didn’t know this guy at all, she decided it was in her best interests not to piss him off.
    Eve took the bread and motioned to the rest. “Now it’s your turn.”
    He waited until she started eating to reach for the bread and butter a slice. He brought it to his mouth and bit into it, chewing thoughtfully as he watched her.
    Conversation, it seemed was not going to happen. She had a million questions she wanted to ask him, but knew that she wouldn’t hear any answers. She could offer him a pen and paper, but how humiliating to him