Surrender in Silk by Susan Mallery Read Free Book Online

refusing to acknowledge his presence or the odd heat in her belly. When they arrived, she handed the driver a twenty, muttered for him to keep the change and tried to make her escape.
    It didn’t work. Zach followed her onto the elevator and, when she reached her floor, he stepped out behind her. She turned toward him.
    “What do you want?” she asked.
    “We have to talk.”
    “No, we don’t. You’re not my training instructor anymore. You can’t punish me or humiliate me or tell me I’m not good enough. I made it, sir , despite your attempts to keep me out.”
    He stared at her, his dark eyes as unreadable and bottomless as the road to hell. “Who do you think told Danville you were the best recruit we’d hired in years?”
    “Wh-what?”
    He grabbed her elbow. “Which room?”
    “801.”
    He steered her down the wide, silent hallway, then waited while she fumbled with the plastic card key.
    The corner room was a mini-suite with a king-size bed, a sitting area and a wet bar. She’d been told not to expect this kind of treatment during all her stays in the capital, but this time was special. She’d graduated and survived her assignment. This was her reward.
    Once inside, Zach led her to the sofa in the corner. She sat down, still trying to absorb his words. He’d told Danville she was the best recruit? He’d told Danville? No way. It wasn’t possible.
    “But you hate me,” she said, glancing up at him.
    One corner of his mouth turned up in a decent facsimile of a smile. “Yeah. More and more each day. That’s why I rode you so hard, Sanders. To make you drop out.”
    “Well, wasn’t that the reason? You said women make crummy agents.”
    “I said women had problems they had to overcome. You only heard what you wanted to hear. You made it personal, Sanders. You always do.”
    Moving with the liquid grace she’d always admired, he sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of her. They both had long legs. Her knees were together; his were apart. If she slid to the edge of her seat, her knees would brush against his inner thighs. The intimacy of their positions startled her. Suddenly it was difficult to breathe.
    Zach didn’t seem to notice. He leaned closer and grabbed her right hand. He stared at the raw sores on her wrist.
    “Hurt?” he asked.
    “Yeah. They gave me a medicated cream. It should help me heal pretty quickly, and I probably won’t have a scar.”
    His touch was surprisingly gentle…as it had been in the jungle. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending a powerful current humming up her arm. She felt her eyes widen and she glanced down so Zach wouldn’t see.
    No, she told herself. She wouldn’t make a fool of herself in front of him. He must never know that she admired and respected him, and that she had spent countless hours of training seminars staring at his butt.
    He released her hand, and she nearly whimpered in protest.
    “I wasn’t pleased about having a woman in my class,” he said. “I’d had them before. Too much work and trouble. They slept with all the guys and stirred up resentments. Besides, only one had ever passed the obstacle course in the time allowed.”
    “I almost didn’t.”
    “You worked your butt off for it, Sanders, and I respected that. You know when I knew you were going to make it?”
    He respected her? The elation was powerful enough to make her giddy. She kept her gaze firmly on the small square of carpet visible between their feet and struggled for control.
    “No, sir,” she said quietly.
    “When I came out of the forest on a run one morning and saw you practicing. Sleep is a premium during training, but you gave up some so you could practice. Why do you think I helped you in the gym?”
    She looked at his face. “You helped me? On purpose?”
    He shrugged. “You had determination. I wanted you to succeed.”
    “But you were so hard on me.”
    “I was hard on everyone, Sanders. Who do you think granted your appeal on the obstacle