“Who says I looked?”
Spinning her bra on his finger, he said, “Yeah, right. And you’ve got those flannel pajamas on right now. You’re a good liar, but I’m not stupid.”
He wasn’t leaving this room until he got some cooperation. He hadn’t gone this far to have the whole case shot to hell by a brassy reporter with bad timing.
“I can’t promise you anything.” Green eyes flashed, met his in defiance, and locked into a battle of wills.
Derek looked away first, pissed as hell. And he wasn’t sure if it was because she could ruin this investigation for him, or because he was almost overwhelmed by the urge to toss her back on the bed and fuck her brains out.
Odds were two to one on the second.
SIX
Reese jumped as Derek said,“Damn it!”
He continued to maul her bra as he added, “Jesus, I don’t need this crap. Like I don’t have enough problems, I’ve got to deal with you now.”
Someone needed yoga and meditation.
Intent on saving her expensive bra from destruction, she inched towards him. “Hey, relax, I’m not out to ruin your life.”
“I’m not reassured.” Tossing her bra on the bed, he dropped the envelope next to it and raked his hands through his hair.
Giving her bra a glance to check for torn seams or busted underwire, she sighed in relief. All intact. “I didn’t ask for this to happen either.”
But she was so glad that it had. Not only did she have a chance at a real investigation and byline, but she got to do it alongside the sexy and hot-tempered Agent Knight. It was an orgasm just waiting to happen.
She decided to re-categorize his looniness as tenacious and determined. Career driven. If he had to drive her off the road to get his envelope, he would. She could live with that. After all, she was willing to stand here with hard nipples in front of a gorgeous man for a story.
Talk about a hardship.
He shook the envelope in front of her. “What did you see?”
“Look, Knight, don’t get all worked up. Maybe we can help each other out.”
“How the hell can you help me?”
The man had no people skills. Too much time spent on bulking up those muscles and not enough on social graces and communication.
“Calm down and I’ll explain.”
The knock on the door didn’t help his glare. In fact, it made it more pronounced. “Who’s at the door?”
“Well, gee, I don’t know. Let me adjust my X-ray eyes and tell you.” She rolled her eyes. “What do I look like? A Powerpuff Girl?”
The sarcasm went unheeded. Knight was slipping his hand under his sweatshirt in what Reese determined was an instinctive check to make sure his gun was there. She about came on the spot.
Since when had she developed an enforcer fetish?
Since double chocolate fudge eyes had arrested her.
A laugh ripped out of her. God, she cracked herself up. Giving her a wary look, Knight called, “Who is it?”
“Room service.”
Reese’s stomach growled. “Oh, that’s right. My chicken wings are here.”
Knight said, “You ordered wings at nine o’clock at night?”