Making Love To Death (One Night With Death) by Natalie Kristen Read Free Book Online Page A

of her office.
She was still wearing her black skirt, and her bra was in place. But
her blouse was lying in shreds on her office floor.
    Clutching the side of her head to stop the room from
spinning, she became aware of the sounds of chatter and footsteps
filtering in from outside her office. Hurriedly, she picked up the
pieces of her shredded blouse and shoved them into a drawer. Walking
over to the small closet behind her desk, she opened it and pulled
out a crisp white blouse. She always kept a set of extra clothes and
shoes in her office, for emergencies. And this qualified as an
emergency.
    Just as she did up the last button on her blouse, her
secretary poked her head round the door and asked, “You were
looking for me, Miss Davis?”
    “ Yes. Um...where were you, Suzie? You...weren't
at your desk,” Emma began slowly.
    Suzie looked confused. “I came back to my desk as
soon as I passed Mr Cunningham's documents to the courier. You said
you wanted the documents signed by today.”
    “ Yes. Yes, of course. And...the other
secretaries...were they all at their desks...when you left?”
    “ I think so. Most of them anyway. Is anything
the matter, Miss Davis?” Suzie frowned.
    “ No. No. That is all, Suzie. Thank you.”
    Emma slumped into her chair and took deep, steadying
breaths. She had seen him again, and made love to him. That had
been real. And it had been so incredible, so sweet and...sad. She
could sense that he wanted to tell her something, but couldn't. But
how do you question Death? There would always be more questions than
answers where Death was concerned.
    Could she live with that?
    Everyone else did.
    So why couldn't she?
    Her tears were falling freely down her chin onto the
legal pad in front of her. Emma glared down at the splatters on the
paper and with a sudden, violent sob, ripped the page out viciously,
feeling as though she was tearing out her own heart. Anger was just
as expression of pain. It gave the pain something to do, something
to destroy. Crushing up the paper in her fist, she hurled it across
the room and swiped away her tears.
    With shaky hands, she yanked her compact mirror out of
her bag and concentrated on touching up her makeup. Just as she
finished slicking on her lipstick, her phone rang.
    Emma snatched it up, almost grateful for the
interruption. “Yes, Suzie?”
    “ There's a Mr Damien Blake on the line for you.”
    “ Who?” Emma pinched the bridge of her nose,
trying to recall all the names of her clients. This name didn't ring
a bell. “Is he a client of the firm?”
    “ No. But he would like to set up a meeting with
you.”
    “ Okay. New client,” Emma said curtly. “Set
it up then.”
    “ Yes, Miss Davis. But...” Suzie's voice
faltered over the phone.
    “ But what? Tell him our standard rates. And if
he retains our firm to act for him, then...”
    “ Yes, I've already informed him of our charges.
But...he wants to meet you, well, very urgently. He...”
    “ Ask him to come down to our office tomorrow.”
    “ Mr Blake is in the hospital.”
    “ Oh? What happened to him?”
    She heard Suzie swallow loudly. “Er...he...he,
um....”
    “ Yes, yes, get to it. What does he want?”
    “ He's requesting...”
    “ That I attend to him at the hospital,” Emma
cut in flatly.
    “ Yes. I told him that you don't...”
    “ Fine.”
    “ What, Miss Davis?”
    “ I said I'll do it. I'll go see what he wants.
Let him know that our charges for out of office meetings are triple
the hourly rate.”
    “ Yes, Miss Davis. I'll let him know that you'll
meet him tomorrow evening.”
    Emma put down the phone and powered up her computer.
New client, new business. Time to get busy. And in her experience,
getting busy was about the only way she could deal with the void in
her heart. The void he had left, and left again.
    Quietly, Emma opened her drawer and looked down at the
remnants of her torn blouse. She touched the soft fabric lightly,
remembering Death's powerful hands