Embrace the Night Read Online Free Page A
Author: Alexandra Kane
in his arms, her soft curves pressed against his body like a lover. And that's just where he wanted her...
His mind reeled as reality kicked in, and he ended the kiss, abruptly pulling his lips from hers. This woman was too much for him. Too much mouth, too much attitude, and way too much bossiness. “Tatiana, we need to stop.”
She placed the back of a graceful tawny hands to her lips, wiped away the moisture there. “I tried to tell you that before you kissed me, Johnny Trench Coat.”
“Now, don't start with the attitude and the stupid nicknames again.” What was her problem? So he'd had a moment of weakness. In the end he'd done the honorable thing and put an end to it.
She gave an exasperated sigh and threw up her hands. “You just don't get it, do you? Typical male.” She spun around, taking wide steps out of the cage. “I've had enough of you for one night.”
He followed her into the main weapons facility, then stopped short. She looked “mad as fire” as his grandma used to say, and he didn't really want to get too close. After the strength she'd displayed earlier in the conference room, he figured a simple slap from her would shatter his jaw. “I haven't had nearly enough of you, though.”
By then she was at the door, about ten feet away from him. She glanced back over her shoulder, her face an unreadable mask. “Save the lines for someone who gives a damn. See you on mission.”
Before the words could echo in the room, she was gone.
He stood in the silence, running a hand over his close cut hair.
How am I going to get through this mission?
***
He's got some nerve. Who told him he could just kiss me like that? He's got enough arrogance for him and three other dudes!
"Umm, T, I don't wanna tell you how to do your job but my hair is smoking, girl!"
Tatiana blinked, looked down. Vera, one of her clients, was sitting in her chair. The medium barrel Marcel iron she held was gripping a section at the crown of her head, and it was indeed smoking. Releasing the curl, she blew the rising vapor from the air around them. "Sorry, Vera. Zoned out there for a minute."
Vera scoffed. "Tell me about it. What's on your mind, T?"
It was Friday morning, and Tigress Salon was full of patrons getting their wigs tight and their nails right for the weekend. All eight of her staff, six cosmetologists and two manicurists were on hand. Looking around the bustling shop, she turned her attention back to her client.
She was so unfocused, so stressed, even the surroundings didn't seem to help. She always loved being in her shop. She'd chosen every fixture, from the chrome shampoo bowls and twin waterfall fountains flanking the door, to the soft lavender paint on the walls, and the eggplant styling chairs, to make it a haven, not only for her clients, but her employees. Now that she was in charge of the first all male team she'd ever led, and found herself inexplicably attracted to one of them, she was more mixed up than a record on Spinderella's turntables.
Ah, the Tigress. No one even knows why I chose that name. "Nothing. Just thinking."
"You're not fooling me for a minute," Vera announced with a wave of her freshly french manicured hands. "But I won't press you."
"I will!" Another voice cut into the conversation, and Tatiana turned to see Ralph, one of her stylists and her best friend, standing next to her. "What's got you so unfocused today? It's not like you at all."
Great. Interrogation is just what I need. Two days had passed since that night at PHOENIX headquarters, when she'd shot at John and let him kiss her in the same hour. No more thefts had occurred since then so the team was laying low. But she was having a hard time getting John and his kiss out of her mind. "I said nothing, Ralph. Stop being so damn nosy."
He rolled his eyes. "Please, this a beauty shop, a den of gossip, a haven for the nosy." He narrowed his eyes, staring at her.
She did her
His mind reeled as reality kicked in, and he ended the kiss, abruptly pulling his lips from hers. This woman was too much for him. Too much mouth, too much attitude, and way too much bossiness. “Tatiana, we need to stop.”
She placed the back of a graceful tawny hands to her lips, wiped away the moisture there. “I tried to tell you that before you kissed me, Johnny Trench Coat.”
“Now, don't start with the attitude and the stupid nicknames again.” What was her problem? So he'd had a moment of weakness. In the end he'd done the honorable thing and put an end to it.
She gave an exasperated sigh and threw up her hands. “You just don't get it, do you? Typical male.” She spun around, taking wide steps out of the cage. “I've had enough of you for one night.”
He followed her into the main weapons facility, then stopped short. She looked “mad as fire” as his grandma used to say, and he didn't really want to get too close. After the strength she'd displayed earlier in the conference room, he figured a simple slap from her would shatter his jaw. “I haven't had nearly enough of you, though.”
By then she was at the door, about ten feet away from him. She glanced back over her shoulder, her face an unreadable mask. “Save the lines for someone who gives a damn. See you on mission.”
Before the words could echo in the room, she was gone.
He stood in the silence, running a hand over his close cut hair.
How am I going to get through this mission?
***
He's got some nerve. Who told him he could just kiss me like that? He's got enough arrogance for him and three other dudes!
"Umm, T, I don't wanna tell you how to do your job but my hair is smoking, girl!"
Tatiana blinked, looked down. Vera, one of her clients, was sitting in her chair. The medium barrel Marcel iron she held was gripping a section at the crown of her head, and it was indeed smoking. Releasing the curl, she blew the rising vapor from the air around them. "Sorry, Vera. Zoned out there for a minute."
Vera scoffed. "Tell me about it. What's on your mind, T?"
It was Friday morning, and Tigress Salon was full of patrons getting their wigs tight and their nails right for the weekend. All eight of her staff, six cosmetologists and two manicurists were on hand. Looking around the bustling shop, she turned her attention back to her client.
She was so unfocused, so stressed, even the surroundings didn't seem to help. She always loved being in her shop. She'd chosen every fixture, from the chrome shampoo bowls and twin waterfall fountains flanking the door, to the soft lavender paint on the walls, and the eggplant styling chairs, to make it a haven, not only for her clients, but her employees. Now that she was in charge of the first all male team she'd ever led, and found herself inexplicably attracted to one of them, she was more mixed up than a record on Spinderella's turntables.
Ah, the Tigress. No one even knows why I chose that name. "Nothing. Just thinking."
"You're not fooling me for a minute," Vera announced with a wave of her freshly french manicured hands. "But I won't press you."
"I will!" Another voice cut into the conversation, and Tatiana turned to see Ralph, one of her stylists and her best friend, standing next to her. "What's got you so unfocused today? It's not like you at all."
Great. Interrogation is just what I need. Two days had passed since that night at PHOENIX headquarters, when she'd shot at John and let him kiss her in the same hour. No more thefts had occurred since then so the team was laying low. But she was having a hard time getting John and his kiss out of her mind. "I said nothing, Ralph. Stop being so damn nosy."
He rolled his eyes. "Please, this a beauty shop, a den of gossip, a haven for the nosy." He narrowed his eyes, staring at her.
She did her
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