Seduction in Session by Shayla Black, Lexi Blake Read Free Book Online Page A

down. He was warm, so warm. Had she thought of him as a shark? Sharks were cold and she would bet they didn’t smell delicious, like sandalwood and soap.
    She shook her head because her legs didn’t want to work. “No. I need rest.”
    “Shit.” He cursed but kept on covering her.
    Screeches and shouts sounded everywhere. The high-pitched engine revved again. Rubber squealed against the cement. Flashes of what seemed like hundreds of shoes rushed by impatiently. One of them even stepped right on Connor’s hand and he cursed again. He knew a lot of cuss words. He was very creative with them.
    Another pain flashed through her as something crushed her foot. The pain jolted her into clarity. A gun. She’d seen one just before Connor pushed her down. She’d hit her head and now he was literallycovering her body with his own, protecting her from the mass panic the shooter had incited.
    He was in danger. She had to get it together.
    “We need to move before they come back.” Connor’s voice was deep and calm, as though nothing was really wrong.
    She nodded but winced. Every single muscle in her body seemed to ache and her head pounded, throbbing to the beat of the feet fleeing the scene.
    “Let’s make for the bar and we’ll hole up there until the cops come.” He eased off her. “I want to make sure the shooter’s really gone. Don’t move.”
    It seemed as if the worst of the rampage was done, and the street had become eerily quiet. In the distance, she heard the sound of sirens, but the afternoon traffic clogged the roads, so it could be crucial minutes before they made it here.
    Connor stood over her, stretching his hand down to offer his help. “The little fucker got away. I hope like hell some of these CCTV cameras caught his plate.”
    She started to reach for him, but her vision wavered once more.
    “Damn it.” Connor leaned down and wrapped an arm around her shoulders before tucking the other under her knees. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing at all. “You have to go to the hospital. There’s a knot on your head.”
    When he cradled her to his chest, the pain didn’t seem so bad anymore.
    “What happened? Why did someone shoot at the bus stop?” she asked, trying to piece it all together.
    He strode to the bar but someone inside had locked the door. “Bastards,” he muttered under his breath and stomped back toward the bench, scanning their surroundings as if he expected more danger. “He wasn’t shooting at the bus stop, sweetheart. He was shooting at you.”
    “Why would anyone shoot at me?” It didn’t make sense. Nor did her exhaustion. How had she gotten so tired?
    “Well, I think we can safely say the little e-mail you received is just the beginning. Ah, there we go.” He hugged her against his body and carried her down the street. “I need an ambulance!”
    He was still calling out when everything around her went dark.
    *   *   *
    I still don’t understand what you’re doing here.”
    She could hear her father, but he seemed far away. And really annoyed.
    “If my daughter needs help, by god, I’ll be the one to provide it. How exactly do you know the incident wasn’t what the police said?”
    “The police will say what I want them to. We need to keep this quiet for obvious reasons, but it was hardly random, sir.”
    That dark voice tugged at her. Connor, her bodyguard. Her big, strong, cavemanny bodyguard. She shouldn’t like his voice. It shouldn’t sound so smooth and yummy. “The shooter stopped in the middle of the street and leveled that gun at her.”
    “How do you know he wasn’t aiming for you?”
    “Because I’ve been doing this for a while.” There was nothing but patience in Connor’s voice. “I spent fifteen years in the military and another year in private security. This is what I do and it’s why your daughter hired me.”
    “Well, you did a shitty job since she’s here in the hospital.”
    Lara forced her eyes open because it was obvious