tt," I finall

and then to himself, "Brynne, Ethan." He motioned with his head toward his Rover.

to walk in? Because it's dangerous for a woman to walk alone at night in the city?" His eyes flicked over me. "Especially

still don't know you or anything about you, or if Ethan

rd with the same name and Blackstone Security International, Ltd. engraved on the cream card- stock. "You may keep that." He grinned again. "I'm very busy at my job, Miss Bennett. I have absolutely no time for a hobby

cus on how uncomfortable my shoes really would be for walking to

go." Ethan got me settled and then walked around to the street side and sli

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n Southwark." I

his face away and pulled out into traffi

idn't like

n. Graduate program," I tacked on, wondering why I f

he mod

he was doing imagining me in my picture. Naked. And as weird as it felt, I opened my mouth and told him. "Um,

kept his eyes on the road. I felt myself stiffen at his comme

ackstone. I resorted to modeling. I like sleeping in a bed as opposed to a park bench. And

out my skills in fantasy being sound. I might not get a ton of practical experience between the sheets, but my fantasies don't suffer one iota from lack of use. "Well we agree on

he?" He

ow did y

n a slow, measured pace. "Merely a guess. No dinner, just the champagne you gulped back at the gallery,

a cheap comic book. Whoever you are, you're good. "I just need two aspirin and some wat

ck to first

nt look but I could

arted moving again. The only sounds were of his body shifting as he turned the corner. And it was way too sexy of a sound to keep my eye

seemed to know his way around London, because he didn't ask me for directions once. I could sti

" His voice sounded a little edgy. A lot more than a little, actually. Every thing wa

ing, I would have died on my walk to the Tube. Here I sat in the car of a virtual stranger, who'd seen me naked, bullied me into taking a rid

opened a single packet of Nurofen, the equivalent of Advil in the United States. I took both without a word, not car

that don't-fuck-with-me tone

per filled the silence in the car as we sat there. I took a bite and chewe

the basics, Brynne. Food, water... a bed." A bed. The sexual tension was back, or maybe it never left. Ethan seemed blessed with the talent to make the most innocent word sound like hot, sweaty,

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my flat with every revolution of the tires. I leaned into the soft leather and closed my eyes.

lt more relaxed than I'd been in hours. Exhaustion won out, I suppose, because I would have never a