stairs and spotted her. When his blue eyes found hers, it took all her strength to stay professional and not melt into a warm puddle at his feet. He smiled and started toward her. She smiled back, years of training giving her a bright, friendly smile no matter what kind of inner turmoil she was experiencing.
Another man walked alongside Kenner as if he were an equal. He was big, dressed in a good suit—not as nice as Kenner’s, but still high quality—with shoulders she bet they could land an airplane on. He was heavily muscled and had a shaved head. As handsome and friendly as Kenner was, this man appeared serious and focused as he scanned around the night-dark private airport runway that was used exclusively for VIPs. He must be the bodyguard…though she wasn’t sure. In her experience, bodyguards generally didn’t walk right beside the people they guarded.
Her attention returned to Davidson Kenner as he closed in on her. She stood perfectly straight, shoulders back, chest out as she’d been trained. She couldn’t help but bite her lip when Kenner’s gaze trailed from hers down to her chest and the rest of her body as if he owned her. It was such an alpha male thing to do, but she wasn’t annoyed. When he met her gaze again, she would’ve sworn she recognized the heat of desire in his eyes. It was a decadent and intense consideration, and his smile told her he liked what he saw. Her heart was about to beat its way out of her chest, she was so…so…what? Excited? Terrified? Turned on? All of the above? Davidson Kenner was even sexier in person, something that probably should’ve been illegal in all fifty states.
She’d always heard that sex with shifters was supposed to be life-changing. Nobody fucked better, according to Vicki’s best friend Samantha. Vicki had never indulged, even though she’d had offers and she routinely drove werewolves around the city. She had nothing against shifters, and God knew she was tense enough these days that she could use an orgasm to leave her poleaxed into relaxation, but she’d never gone through with it. She wouldn’t be fired for any dalliance with a client, as long as she was discreet and it was her choice. Mirage Confidential Limo Service specialized in catering to the unique needs of the rich, powerful, and famous paranormal clientele and as long as everyone went home happy…
So why hadn’t she indulged? Because she liked to play it safe. Safe driving. Safe with the clients. Sure, she might be passing up mind-blowing sex, but then again, it kept things simple. Uncomplicated. She loved simple and safe. Her whole life had been that way.
Safe. And boring.
Davidson Kenner had reached the limo. She opened the door for him and bowed slightly. “Welcome, Mr. Kenner.”
He dropped his blue-eyed gaze to the embossed nametag on her uniform, then flashed her a brilliant smile that made her feel like the center of the universe for a wonderful few seconds.
“Hello, Vicki Thompson. I’m really looking forward to tonight.” He glanced at the man she suspected was his bodyguard, though her dispatch from the office hadn’t said she’d be driving anyone but Mr. Kenner. “Isn’t that right, Mick? We deserve a night off, don’t we?”
Mick replied with a grunt that could’ve been amused agreement or disgusted disagreement, she couldn’t tell. The bodyguard looked her over, though his gaze wasn’t anywhere near as scorching hot as Kenner’s had been. He wasn’t bad-looking, shaved head or no, maybe a little scary in an imposing, tough guy way. It was simply that Davidson Kenner was so good-looking that he cast everyone else in shadow.
Mr. Kenner laughed. “Eloquent as always.” He grinned at Vicki. “He talks more once you get to know him.”
“Once I get you somewhere safe, you mean,” the man Mr. Kenner had called Mick replied, his voice almost a growl.
Mr. Kenner winked at her as he climbed inside. She held the door as the bodyguard Mick followed. Once
Another man walked alongside Kenner as if he were an equal. He was big, dressed in a good suit—not as nice as Kenner’s, but still high quality—with shoulders she bet they could land an airplane on. He was heavily muscled and had a shaved head. As handsome and friendly as Kenner was, this man appeared serious and focused as he scanned around the night-dark private airport runway that was used exclusively for VIPs. He must be the bodyguard…though she wasn’t sure. In her experience, bodyguards generally didn’t walk right beside the people they guarded.
Her attention returned to Davidson Kenner as he closed in on her. She stood perfectly straight, shoulders back, chest out as she’d been trained. She couldn’t help but bite her lip when Kenner’s gaze trailed from hers down to her chest and the rest of her body as if he owned her. It was such an alpha male thing to do, but she wasn’t annoyed. When he met her gaze again, she would’ve sworn she recognized the heat of desire in his eyes. It was a decadent and intense consideration, and his smile told her he liked what he saw. Her heart was about to beat its way out of her chest, she was so…so…what? Excited? Terrified? Turned on? All of the above? Davidson Kenner was even sexier in person, something that probably should’ve been illegal in all fifty states.
She’d always heard that sex with shifters was supposed to be life-changing. Nobody fucked better, according to Vicki’s best friend Samantha. Vicki had never indulged, even though she’d had offers and she routinely drove werewolves around the city. She had nothing against shifters, and God knew she was tense enough these days that she could use an orgasm to leave her poleaxed into relaxation, but she’d never gone through with it. She wouldn’t be fired for any dalliance with a client, as long as she was discreet and it was her choice. Mirage Confidential Limo Service specialized in catering to the unique needs of the rich, powerful, and famous paranormal clientele and as long as everyone went home happy…
So why hadn’t she indulged? Because she liked to play it safe. Safe driving. Safe with the clients. Sure, she might be passing up mind-blowing sex, but then again, it kept things simple. Uncomplicated. She loved simple and safe. Her whole life had been that way.
Safe. And boring.
Davidson Kenner had reached the limo. She opened the door for him and bowed slightly. “Welcome, Mr. Kenner.”
He dropped his blue-eyed gaze to the embossed nametag on her uniform, then flashed her a brilliant smile that made her feel like the center of the universe for a wonderful few seconds.
“Hello, Vicki Thompson. I’m really looking forward to tonight.” He glanced at the man she suspected was his bodyguard, though her dispatch from the office hadn’t said she’d be driving anyone but Mr. Kenner. “Isn’t that right, Mick? We deserve a night off, don’t we?”
Mick replied with a grunt that could’ve been amused agreement or disgusted disagreement, she couldn’t tell. The bodyguard looked her over, though his gaze wasn’t anywhere near as scorching hot as Kenner’s had been. He wasn’t bad-looking, shaved head or no, maybe a little scary in an imposing, tough guy way. It was simply that Davidson Kenner was so good-looking that he cast everyone else in shadow.
Mr. Kenner laughed. “Eloquent as always.” He grinned at Vicki. “He talks more once you get to know him.”
“Once I get you somewhere safe, you mean,” the man Mr. Kenner had called Mick replied, his voice almost a growl.
Mr. Kenner winked at her as he climbed inside. She held the door as the bodyguard Mick followed. Once
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