Chapter 8
Drake spent hours standing around outside of Jamie's apartment, his fists clenched into tight balls for most of that time. He'd seen Cargraves head up the walk and knock. Then the door had opened and his cock had grown so hard in an instant, he thought he might pass out from loss of blood to his brain.
Jamie had stood there like some kind of beautiful sea spirit, garbed in flowing white that showed off her pale skin and luscious curves. His mouth had watered, wanting to lick every inch of that skin.
Instead, Cargraves had gone inside and the door had shut behind him. And for the past four hours Drake had stood here, his anger so bright he was surprised he wasn't lighting up the neighborhood.
He knew exactly what method Jamie had chosen to steal the security badge. Seduction. And with a body like hers, it would be such an easy task. Cargraves was inside, enjoying the delights of Jamie's flesh, and he stood out here, wishing like hell for a chance to trade places with the lucky son of a bitch.
When Cargraves had finally left, Drake had to restrain himself with every ounce of his will not to go after the bastard and beat him to a bloody pulp. He forced himself to remain still, to focus on his breathing, to calm the fuck down.
He only lasted for about a minute after Cargraves was out of sight. Then he was jogging up the walk and knocking on Jamie's door before he realized it.
The door opened and Jamie stood there, a look of innocence on her face. "Oh," she said after a second, "it's you."
Drake took in the sight of her in white silk and his erection throbbed. He was close enough to smell her and had to control himself before he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom where he would bury himself deep inside her until he was sated.
"Well, come in I guess," she said, making room for him to walk inside.
He moved down the hallway, taking a moment to get control of his emotions. "Mission accomplished?" he asked when they'd reached the living room.
"Yes," she said, pulling her transparent robe tight around her. It did nothing to disguise her charms.
Drake stared down at her, barely able to keep from reaching out to touch her. "I'd say so. There's no way you could have failed in that outfit."
Jamie's eyes widened, but then a sad smile crossed her features. "You'd be surprised."
What’s this? Could she mean...?
"I doubt it. I don't know any man that would be able to keep his hands off of you, dressed like that."
Jamie shook her head and bent down to retrieve something from the low table in front of the sofa. Her positioning gave him the opportunity to peer beneath the silk to see the swells of her perfect breasts. His heartbeat increased until he was sure she'd be able to hear it.
He had to concentrate hard when she straightened, holding up the security badge. "Got it."
He held out his hand and she placed the badge in it. He inspected the badge, noting Lance Cargrave’s handsome mug on the front. Seeing a physical reminder of the man who had just let her moment ago, who had likely had his hands all over that delectable body, made his anger and frustration flare.
Drake was pleased that the first part of his plan had gone so well, but he couldn't banish the thoughts of her with her fiancé. He tucked the card into his pocket, trying to get rid of the scowl he feared was on his face. He wasn’t sure if he accomplished that goal.
"I knew it," he said, hearing the slightly cruel tone in his voice but being powerless to change it. "I bet seduction comes easily to you."
Her smile was frosty. "Ordinarily I'd agree with you."
"But not now?" He wondered what she meant. "I'm sure he took one look at you and melted." Drake was surprised he wasn't a puddle himself at the moment.
"Look," she said, swallowing nervously, "let's forget the tawdry details. I've got the card. And Lance said the team would be off sight tomorrow, so we can make our move then."
Drake could barely pay attention to her words, could barely hear them over the sound of his blood pulsing in his ears. "But the tawdry details are the best part."
Jamie frowned, her eyes turning cold, but he couldn't stop the words from coming as jealousy rode him hard. "What's wrong? Disappointed that Lance succumbed so easily to your charms?"
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, turning her back on him. "I told you I have the card and that we can use it tomorrow. Now, if you're done being a pig, you can see yourself out."
Instead of doing as she suggested, Drake drew closer. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he bent to whisper in her ear. "What's the matter? Did your spaceman not satisfy you?"
He knew he shouldn't be saying these things, knew he was playing a dangerous game, but he couldn't help himself.
Jamie whirled around, dislodging his grip on her. "What do you want? Why are you harping on me? I did what you wanted!"
