Her eyes were even larger now, huge and luminous and filled with shock and disbelief. When the man slowly backed into the center of the floor, slid the zipper down on his leather jacket. He saw her gasp.

Her intent expression, of innocence mixed with curious wonder, annoyed him, making him feel ….He wasn’t even sure what this feeling was. That he could feel his face heat angered him. He was too old, too cynical now, and oh, too professional to actually get jealous over a client. Damn her.

Bonnie Rimmer was no longer a picture, but a real breathing woman. The lights in the bar illuminated her face and David let himself stare at her for a while. The pictures he had seen were clearly a shoddy portrayal of the woman because the real life version was so much better.

The man on the stage seemed to notice her staring and focused his gaze on her, obviously enjoying the attention he was getting. David decided he didn’t have the time to watch her flirt with some stripper guy, so he held her jaw and forced her to look at him.

“Hey!” he said, “There is no time for all that eye batting at that guy. You and I have business”

Bonnie forced his hand away. “What business?” she asked. “You literally kidnapped me and forced me to sit here with you”

“I saved you from those guys”

“And then forced me to come with you so you are even worse than they are. What do you want from me? Money? You better say something reasonable because I am going to walk out of here right now and if you try to stop me I will fight back”

He smiled, his eyes narrowing only the slightest bit. “You mean that kick thing you did with that drunk guy at the back? Yeah I’m not sure it's going to work on me”

y one bit. For the first time since she met him, Bonnie let herself look at him…really look at him. His eyes…They were a fierce green and reflected the

loving him. He laughed, his expression filled with satisfaction, then went

. His face was beautiful, almost too beautiful. It was the kind of face that should make innocent women wary of losing their virtue. Green eyes, framed by deliciously long

pplause that followed was deafening. And seconds later, the guy left the stage, his leather jacket slung over his shoulder, his pants and boots in his hand. He moved closer to where they were seated, said something to the bartender, then s

flipped on a light switch. Bonnie found herself in a storage closet of sorts, lined with shelves where cleaning supplies sat and a sm

bbed by a bunch of low lives minutes ago

tucked in her chin. “I beg your pardon? You are the one who grabbed me and pu

vestigator. Your father sen

er parents would look for her, but after two weeks, nothing had happened and she just assumed that th

e managed to say since no

you back home. You h

ll him that I’m not coming home…and I’m definitely not going anywhere with you. And since you’

her a look that curled her toes, then said, “I can make you do anything dear, and just what do you think you are doing out he

of warm male flesh, though she tried her best not to notice. But his body was too fine to ignore

ngered on her mouth, then slowly coasted over the rest o