Her Shield (The Uncut Series Book 1) by D. Camille Read Free Book Online Page B

the dark glasses. She wore a burnt orange sheath dress that accentuated every one of her body's curves. On her feet were strappy high-heeled sandals. She'd added matching jewelry and accessories. Her hair was pinned up in an intricate twist and her makeup was flawless.
      “You look beautiful, Princess,” Marc said quietly. Isis Martin may be a handful but she could do it up like no other, he thought.
      Isis knew she had pulled out all the stops this afternoon. Her hair, makeup and dress all shouted that she was that deal and nobody could touch it, no matter how hard they tried. At twenty-two, she was in excellent physical shape with a body full of soft curves. Her long dark hair that was now in an elaborate knot atop her head was full and soft. The high heels accentuated her firm legs and the dress wrapped around her body showing just enough cleavage to be tantalizingly sexy. Yes, Agent Graham...take it all in then eat your heart out, she thought.
    She smiled slowly. “Thank you. I'm glad I passed inspection.”
      “You're always beautiful,” he said heading toward the door with her following.
      Marc led her to the waiting car and held the door open as she entered. He began driving and she quietly stared out of the window. Marc wondered why she was so quiet today. Normally she would have hit him with two or three shots by now.
      “Are you okay?” he asked glancing over and looking at her bare thighs where her dress had ridden up.
      “Yes, I'm fine.” Isis continued to look at the passing scenery.
    He looked back at the road. “You know, if you don't want to go, that's fine.”
      “We're going now. I didn't get dressed for nothing,” she told him still turned away.
      They drove a few more miles in silence before he reached for her hand. “You're angry with me. Why?”
    She turned to him removing her hand. “I don't want to play games with you.”
    He looked confused. “What games?”
      “The 'I want to kiss you and hold your hand while I have another woman' games,” she told him.
      Marc applauded her honesty and nodded. “Okay Isis, I know I may be sending you mixed signals.”
      “You think?” she asked.
    He continued to drive. “You know that we can't become involved.”
    She turned back to the window.
      “I'm protecting you. I'm investigating your father and you're Ray's sister-in-law,” he explained.
      Isis didn't budge. “Just don't make me think you want me when there's someone else. I've already done that.”
    Marc turned to her frowning. “Is this about Trent?” he asked.
    She nodded slowly, clutching her bag.
      He took her hand again holding it tightly this time. “I'm not a boy. I'm a grown man and I wouldn't lead you on. Not intentionally.”
    She looked at him again as he held her hand. “Then what is this?” she whispered confused.
      Marc sighed. “I can't lie to you Isis. You're a very beautiful woman and I'm very attracted to you but because of the circumstances I've described, I can't...I won't...I'm trying not to act on that attraction.”
      She removed her hand again. “Then don't.” Isis turned back to the window and Marc continued driving.
      As they continued their journey, Isis wondered where they were going. They had driven out of the city a while ago and seemed to be headed north. This area was filled with mega mansions owned by the extremely affluent and reclusive. She watched as they pulled into an estate where a group of valets were waiting to park cars.
      Marc exited the car and Isis stepped out after an attendant had opened her door. She glanced up at the home in awe. She had grown up in a large home but compared to this it might as well have been a bungalow. Marc appeared at her side and placed a hand on her back as he led her to the door.
      Isis wondered who this woman was that lived in such a palace. Marcus called her Princess so he must call this woman Queen. The door was thrown open and a beautiful, vivacious woman around