Falcon's Flight by Joan Hohl Read Free Book Online Page B

flashing, Falcon laughed aloud. “Believe me, it’s going to get a helluva lot hotter before this night’s over.”
    Leslie stopped walking. Her vision filled by the tall, dark man, Leslie was unaware and unconcerned with the shops that lined the broad expanse of floor space and the hotel guests who strolled the carpet from one glittering display window to the next.
    “I wouldn’t make book on that, Mr. Falcon.” Her cool tone gave clear indication that flirtation time was over. Flint had struck a nerve, and she was retaliating. “I do not appreciate being taken for granted.” The bracelet circling her slender wrist shot angry-looking sparks at him as she raised her hand to brush her fingers over the necklace and one earring. “Please don’t make the mistake of thinking these stones have bought you a second of my time, in or out of the bedroom.” Her smile was chiding and cold. “I command an excellent salary, and I’m not for sale.”
    “If I believed you were, I wouldn’t be here with you now.” Flint’s eyes were as cold as her tone, their color now almost black. “And I don’t appreciate being taken for a fool, Miss Fairfield.” He was also oblivious of the ebb and flow of those passing by. Capturing her hand, he drew it slowly to his hard-looking lips. The mere brush of his mouth over her fingertips induced an alarming weakness in Leslie. Narrow-eyed, Flint observed the tremor that washed over her when he touched the tip of his tongue to her palm. “There’s an explosive chemistry at work between us. I know it, and so do you. So let’s forget the games.” His tongue flicked out again, eliciting a muffled gasp from Leslie. “I want you. I think I’ve made that obvious. You want me, too... and I know it.”
    Suddenly hot and cold and much too aware of where she was, Leslie glanced around and murmured a warning. “Falcon! Someone will hear you!”
    “Let them.” His shrug said a lot about his confidence and arrogance. “I haven’t got time to concern myself with what others think. Right now, you’re my major concern.” A smile touched his lips, a smile so blatantly sexy Leslie felt the effect in every inch of her body. “I enjoy the flirtation, darling—it adds an exciting edge to the anticipation. But I have no patience for the game-playing.”
    Leslie was breathless and more than a little rattled, yet she’d understood what he’d meant. Flint had said she was his major concern right now. And, since absolutely the last thing she was looking for was any kind of permanent relationship, his attitude suited her— didn’t it? Made uneasy by her speculative thoughts, Leslie snatched her hand away from his and lifted her chin in challenge.
    “I wasn’t aware of playing games,” she said, “or of trying your patience.”
    “You’re playing a game right now,” Flint chided. “I believe it’s called dodge ’em.” He reached for her hand again and anchored it to his side by twining his fingers with hers. “Flirt, darling, tease, darling, but no shadow-dancing, please, darling,” he murmured whimsically. “We’re going to have an affair. We both know it.” He flashed his devil grin at her. “Hell, it’s already started.” He stroked the outer edge of her
    hand with his finger, and his grin spread when she
    shivered. “Let’s dispense with the talk of buying and
    selling and get on with the more important issue of mutual giving. Agreed?”
    Nonplussed, Leslie stared at him as he slowly raised one dark eyebrow questioningly. By using the direct approach, Flint had very neatly maneuvered her into admitting the truth. Though slightly irritated by his method, Leslie couldn’t deny a sense of amusement. Subtle Flint Falcon wasn’t, but then he wasn’t devious, either.
    Her expression wry, Leslie did the only thing she could do; she gave him a rueful laugh. “Agreed.” Until he heard Leslie say it, Flint refused to recognize the tightness in his chest and the breath caught in