The Russian's Dangerous Game by Elizabeth Lennox Read Free Book Online Page B

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    “I put her in the library downstairs,” he explained, understanding that his employer was searching for the woman in the bedroom.
    Rocco’s eyes darkened with fury. How dare she leave like this after all that they’d shared and experienced together! She hadn’t left! She was just trying to be a tease, he told himself. A cold fist settled in his stomach. The woman he’d started to think of as different was only playing a game. A more advanced game, he gathered.
    He thought about not playing, about not giving in to whatever demands she might give him fo r their next liaison. But the thought of not holding her body again had him gritting his teeth with frustration.
    “I’ll be right there,” he said and slammed the door, his fury rising as he tried to figure out her game. She wanted proof that he’d enjoyed himself last night. She wanted him to beg! Not going to happen, little lady, he told himself as he whipped a pair of jeans on his long, lean legs. After grabbing a sweater from a drawer, he pulled it on over his head as he walked down the hallway, his feet shoved into a pair of loafers. He was seething with fury that she’d completely caught him off guard. He’d fallen for her tricks, fallen for that shy, virginal act and he’d been completely swept up in the most incredible sex he’d ever experienced.
    Well he would escort her home all right, he told himself. He’d kick her out and show her that he wasn’t going to be led around. Damn her!
    Rocco slammed open the doors to his library, ready to pounce on the lovely lady. But his eyes captured only an empty room filled with books. “Where the hell is she?”
    No one was waiting on any of the comfortable, leather chairs with a smug smile, no temptress pretending to be caught climbing the ladder in that skimpy dress she’d practically painted onto her body last night. No lovely, conniving brunette smiling with victory anywhere!
    He spun around, glaring at Stu. “So? Where did she go?”
    Stu already had his phone to his ear and was rushing out the front door. “I’m sorry sir, but the guard at the gate says she walked out about three minutes ago.”
    Rocco looked outside, noting that it was still dark. Some of his anger dissipated as concern started to rise up inside of him. “She left? Did someone come pick her up?” he demanded, thinking he’d really been taken for a ride.
    Stu asked the question to the guard and shook his head. “She walked, sir.”
    Rocco couldn’t believe that. She’d been wearing those ridiculous heels and she’d barely been able to walk by the time he’d brought her inside. “Impossible!”
    “I’ll find her, sir,” Stu said, rushing out the door, almost running in his effort to find the missing woman.
    Rocco paced in front of the door, feeling trapped for some reason. He hated not being out there, finding the woman. She was probably hiding somewhere, just waiting for him or his security team to come looking for her. And then he noticed how cold it was. Damn her! She hadn’t worn a coat! She’d been wearing that flimsy, sexy dress that barely had any sleeves! Was she trying to catch her death of a cold?
    Stu trotted back inside, shaking his head when Rocco looked down at him. “I spoke to a cab driver who told me she’d gotten into his friend’s cab a moment ago. The man suggested that she might need police assistance, sir.”
    Rocco’s heart pounded against his chest with worry. “Did she look hurt when you saw her?” he demanded.
    Stu’s lips compressed slightly, not sure exactly how to respond to his boss’ inquiry. “She was pretty shaken up when she came downstairs, sir. It looked like she’d been crying which was why I was trying to have her wait for you, or at least let Don drive her home. She snuck out while I was upstairs getting you, sir.” Stu saw the livid expression in his employer’s eyes and knew this was bad. “I’ll find her, sir. I’ll interview the cab driver and get the