with lust.
“Why did you do that Summer?” he growled.
Sitting up, she straightened her dress. When she looked at Anton she couldn’t miss the bulge in his pants. There was little doubt that he’d wanted it as much as she did.
“Because I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to kiss you,” she answered truthfully.
“I am a slave to instinct. That was not a smart thing to do,” he told her in a low voice. All traces of his anger were gone.
Summer lifted her chin defiantly. “Maybe I wanted you to act on your instinct. Did you think about that?”
She heard him groan beneath his breath. “Summer … I cannot take you to my bed.”
“Why not?” She felt the sting of his rejection.
“Countless reasons!” he stormed. “The first being that you are to marry someone else … and I am much older than you,” he reminded her.
“You are only twelve years older, and I am not going to be married.” Summer retorted. She would not let him brush her aside.
“Well there is also the fact that I am charged with seeing you safely to your father and husband to be. It wouldn’t be good if I were bedding you along the way.”
Summer shrugged. “I would rather be in your bed than his anyway. I don’t even know him.”
Anton turned away from her. “Summer I am a Zen warrior. I could never offer you anything other than my lust. At least your fiancé can give you a life.”
Summer blinked away her tears, determined that he should not see her pain. “Did I ask you to marry me? Maybe that’s all I want is your lust?”
Anton turned sharply to face her. “You don’t know what you are saying.”
“I do know what I am saying.” Summer gave him a cool smile. “But of course you are not the only male that can give me what I need,” she lied.
He was the only man that could give her what she wanted.
Anton gazed at her with stormy - turbulent eyes. “Don’t test my patience Summer. Be ready to leave tomorrow.”
Folding her arms in front of her, Summer stood her ground. “If my dad wants me, he will have to come and get me. I have no intention of leaving right now,” she told him, her voice growing more serious as she remembered Bridget Pearson. “What’s more … there is a maniac that’s killing people here. I have to help Warren and the police.”
“Sounds to me like all the more reason why you should be leaving.”
“No,” Summer shook her head. “Something’s really wrong here. I’ve worked homicide cases before. Usually I get visions of what happened and can pick up on things about the killer … but not faces.”
She shivered as she recalled her ghostly visitor.
“This time I saw the victim … in the casino. She was already dead, but she was trying to tell me something,” Summer finished.
“So that’s what was wrong?”
She nodded.
Anton started pacing the floor and he seemed even more apprehensive than he had earlier. “I saw a news report about the girl they found in her apartment. Is that the one you saw?”
“No,” Summer shook her head. “ It was the one that is still missing. Her name is Bridget Pearson. The girl they found was a freshman named Donna York. They found her two weeks ago.”
“Yes I know. It was the day after I got here,” he informed her.
Summer’s jaw dropped. “You’ve been here two weeks?”
“Yes,” he answered. Anton had stopped pacing and now had his eyes fixed on her.
“Why have you been here for two weeks without letting me know you were here?”
He gave her a sensuous smile, and again Summer felt her heart do flip-flops.
“I’m afraid I have to admit that I have been stalking you … just a little.”
“Why?” she asked in disbelief. “Oh wait! Let me guess. My meddling parents wanted to make sure I didn’t have a boyfriend?”
Anton smiled, but revealed nothing.
It was at times like this that she really wished she could call home. Unfortunately, there were no phone lines that would reach to Outerlands . She