To Woo A Warrior (Southern Sanctuary) by Jane Cousins Read Free Book Online

that made his cock hard. How was that possible, he hadn’t
even seen her face properly yet and he wanted her?
    “She’s tall” Rafe commented. “How
tall do you think she is?”
    “That is a whole lot of woman.”
Drum’s deep bass was approving and it was all Vaughn could do not to haul off
and hit his second.
    There was a speedy click on the
keyboard and Marcus spoke up. “I’ve just pulled up their CV’s. Meet Hadleigh
Valhalla gentlemen. According to her bio she’s 6ft.”
    Vaughn smiled, no way was she 6ft!
Mike Preston was 6.2ft and that red headed angel was staring down at him with
an arrogant tilt to her head like he was a smashed bug on a recently cleaned
windshield. She had to be 6.5 maybe even 6.6ft.
    “What else?” He demanded, his eyes
never leaving her … no, Hadleigh, he had a name for
her now.
    “This would have to be the skimpiest
bio I’ve ever seen. No contact details. No previous job information. Other than
her name and her basic stats I have nothing.”
    Vaughn shrugged, his eyes remaining
fixed on his target, her name was enough for now. He
tensed as the group followed Michael Preston over to the matted challenge area
where Flynn stepped up and ran through the protocols for the physical
challenge. For a moment Vaughn actually hated Flynn … his friend, his comrade.
He got to meet Hadleigh first and the man was no slouch in the looks
department. Women positively doted on him. What if Hadleigh took a fancy to
him? Bodies were relativity easy to dispose of if
you knew how but he’d regret having to take Flynn’s life, probably …
eventually.

 
     
    Chapter Six
     
    Hadleigh hoped to high heaven above
that if the Goddess were observing her she would make allowances for the fact
that she was positively drooling over the shiny wall of weapons. Thy should not covert other people’s property but now that
they were standing closer the workmanship and detail was positively stunning.
She just wished she could ditch this group and inspect the collection up close
and personal. She must have made a small sound. Maybe a moan for the girl next
to her, the one with the long perfect dark hair elbowed her in the ribs,
sending her a conspiratorial smile as she muttered under her breath. “I know
he’s gorgeous! Lucky us we get to spar with him.”
    Whoa, what?  Head in the game
Hadleigh! What had she just missed? The older man in the suit Michael Preston
had greeted them. With his greying short back and sides black hair and stiff
stance she was guessing ex-military. He’d blathered on about Maat Productions
being a family then he’d introduced the man the girl next to her had mentioned
was gorgeous.
    Hadleigh supposed he was. Tall,
taller than her even, which she always appreciated in a man. He was dressed in
black combat fatigues, kind of mirroring what she had on in fact. Great it was official, she was dressed like a man, so much for being fun,
flirty and feminine.
    Worse the guy was downright pretty;
he could give Declan a run for his money. Though where Dec was simmering sexy
this pretty boy exuded more of a mischievous air that made you think he’d be a
lot of fun in and out of the sack. All that burnished tan skin, dark tawny
hair, flashing white smile and a killer dimple in his right cheek. There was no
doubt he was gorgeous and from the reaction of her fellow candidates they must
have come to the same conclusion. Then why did her attention keep wandering
back to the wall of weapons? There must be something seriously wrong with her
that she’d rather salivate over sharp shiny objects than a living
breathing hunk. Goddess she really was burnt out on men.
    The second round of the interview
process consisted of having to face pretty boy on the challenge mat. Someone
must have mentioned his name at some point but for the life of her Hadleigh
couldn’t recall it. Michael Preston had a clipboard and called out a name.
Hadleigh watched, doing her best to keep her expression neutral as the