One Secret Night by Jennifer Morey Read Free Book Online

He’d daydreamed about going to her door and taking her to the nearest bed. Even after he’d left, she’d haunted him.
    Now he was in Houston, on his way to really see her again. Sexual tension and frustration over the fact that he felt that way had him more than a little uptight. She’d gone to see Kai. That was the only reason he was here. Not to have sex. Make love. It would be making love now. It had been making love after the first time. The first time qualified as sex. Anything after that had felt like more.
    At her room door, he knocked. Hard.
    She didn’t answer, but he heard her television.
    He pounded on the door. “I know you’re in there. Let me in.”
    Still nothing.
    “It’s Raith.” Catching himself, he corrected, “I mean, Russ. You know me as Russ.” He looked up and down the hall. Empty. “My real name is Raith De Matteis.”
    He waited.
    At last she opened the door, the security latch stopping it at two inches.
    Wide, dark green eyes stared at him, long, fine red hair falling all over her shoulders. Wearing an off-white knit tunic with knee-high lace-up boots, her C-cup breasts pushed out and her waist dipped in. Around five-six, slender and dressed in another one of her feminine outfits that was very different than the jeans he’d seen her in, she was so beautiful it staggered him.
    “Let me in before someone sees me,” he said.
    “I don’t care if anyone sees you.”
    He believed her, and she charmed him for it. “Let me in. You’re the one who came here looking for me.”
    A long pause stretched between the other side of the door and the sliver of sexy woman he could see through the opening. “How do you know that?”
    “Kai called me right after you left the coffee shop.”
    “You were already there.”
    “He called me after you contacted him at DT Corporation and then called me again after you met. He was freaking out that you knew about him and his connection to me. I had to explain how you did.” He’d left out the part about him going into her hotel room, though.
    Her eyes shifted back and forth between his as she considered what he’d said. “You two are good friends.”
    “No, not friends. Let me in.”
    She stared at him awhile longer before closing the door and releasing the security latch. He stepped inside, not comfortable at all with being in another hotel room with her. Another nice suite.
    “Why are you looking for me?” he asked.
    In response, she just cocked her head, without words telling him to shove it.
    Apparently, she’d changed her mind about talking to him. He went to the kitchenette and found a bottle of water in the fridge. Holding it up at her, he waited for her to shake her head before closing the refrigerator and going over to the sofa. Sitting with a long sigh, he put his foot up on the ottoman and drank a few gulps.
    “Get thirsty after you kill people?”
    So that’s why she no longer felt like talking. Lowering the bottle of water, he saw her standing to the side of the ottoman. “Only when you’re around.”
    “You killed the driver of that car?” she asked, appalled.
    “No. He got away.” His frustration over that came out in his tone. He’d made no progress since Reykjavik. To come so close to capturing Creighton’s conspirator rankled him.
    She looked at him as though recalling that he’d killed the man in Reykjavik. Judging. She probably regretted coming here. Another man had threatened her life because of him. He must not be painted in a favorable light in her mind.
    Putting the bottle of water down, he got up and stood in front of her. “I wasn’t the one who tried to kill you.” No, in fact, this was the second time he’d saved her life. He watched her register that and then grow distracted by his logic. She had trouble thinking of him as a good guy. He felt inclined to prove her wrong.
    Falling into a study of her beautiful face, vivid memories of the last time they were together followed.
    Autumn caught herself first