Rogue Alpha (Alpha 7) by Carole Mortimer Read Free Book Online Page B

reminder of the payment he had extracted for his services so far.
    Diana still cringed with embarrassment every time she thought of the two of them together earlier today. Of the way she had allowed Seth to touch her so intimately. Of her total loss of control, not once but twice.
    And she had balked at having thought she might soundneedy yesterday!
    Allowing Seth Armstrong to make love to her so intimately, didn’t only sound needy, it was needy.
    Having him talk to her so crudely afterward had been humiliating.
    As well as dousing any desire on her part ever to want to repeat the experience.
    Had that been his intention all along? His way of telling her he might find her sexually attractive, but that was all it was or ever could be?
    As if she could ever have imagined it as being anything else.
    Seth was obviously a solitary man. He lived and worked alone. He didn’t have a single Christmas card on display in his home. He had told her himself there was no special woman in his life. Diana hadn’t seen any family photographs in his study last night either, not of his parents or any siblings. A lack of personal photographs that she found unusual.
    His parents would surely still be alive, at least?
    Seth was proving to be a man with more secrets than answers.
    And a man Diana responded to with unprecedented sexual abandon.
    She clenched her thighs together at the memory of having his fingers stroking her clitoris and along the wetness of her folds. Of having those fingers thrusting pleasurably inside her as they sought and then found the knot of nerves inside her that would send her over the edge into climax.
    Damn it, I have to stop thinking about it .
    Reliving it.
    Becoming sexually aroused, merely from looking at the lean strength of Seth’s hand, as it rested on top of his thigh while he sat beside her in the back of the private limousine driving them into Paris itself.
    A privacy glass was raised between them and the driver, who had been waiting for them beside the limousine when the plane landed. The other man had dealt with their bags while Seth ensured their transition from plane to car was achieved with the minimum of fuss from the authorities.
    This was the reason she had gone to this man, Diana reminded herself sternly. The only reason. Because when Seth Armstrong took charge, things happened. People jumped to do his bidding. Quietly. Efficiently. Or he wanted to know the reason why not.
    It had been the same at her hotel in London earlier. Diana had wanted to finish tidying the room after disposing of the clothes she would never wear again, Seth had refused to let her. Instead, they had gone down in the lift together, and then Seth had disappeared into the hotel manager’s office with him.
    Diana had no idea what Seth said to the manager, but the other man had been pale and sweating by the time the two of them came out of the office again five minutes later, the older man apologizing to Diana profusely and assuring her there would no bill to pay after the “inconvenience” she had suffered. She could only assume he meant having someone break into her hotel room.
    Once they returned to Seth’s house, he had offered her the use of his DVD collection before disappearing into his study for a couple of hours. Whatever he had been doing in there—besides organizing the company jet to fly them both to Paris, and possibly passing on any work he was involved in to someone else at Grayson Security—it hadn’t pleased him. His expression had been grimly uncommunicative when he rejoined Diana in time for them to prepare a cold lunch together before leaving for the airport. He had remained that way during the flight here too.
    She broke that silence once again. “Where to now?”  
    “I’m guessing you want to go to your apartment.” He didn’t even glance at her as he answered her tersely.
    “I do, but… You intend staying at my apartment with me?” Diana tensed merely thinking about it.
    He did look at her