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"Lets move to the bedroom," she said, hoping eventually to sleep.
chapter nine
Mac looked up as his boss and the First Daughter boarded the plane. The air seemed decidedly chilly.
Blair stalked down the aisle and threw herself across the seats at the rear. Cam took the first seat inside
the cabin, leaned back, and closed her eyes. Mac figured she hadnt gotten much sleep. None of them
had. Between tracking Blair down, then shadowing the hotel the rest of the night, half the team had
worked on the one night they all expected to have off. Blair hadnt emerged to return to the White House
until eight a.m., and that made it all the harder to get her past the press corps without announcing she had
been out all night. She looked exactly like she had been out all night, and up all night screwing.
Cam had been called as soon as Blair stepped out of her hotel room, and she had been waiting for Blair
at the side entrance of the White House. She didnt look all that much better than Blair, although her attire
was impeccable as usual. Neither of them acknowledged the other as Cam ushered Blair in through the
service entrance and down the labyrinth of service halls to the family living quarters. The limo ride to the
airport an hour later had been just as frosty.
When the plane landed in New York forty minutes later, Cam escorted Blair to the waiting car and
climbed into the back with her. In an hour Blair was due to meet with the Mayor and emcee the New
Years Day Parade.
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"Where to, Ms. Powell?" Cam asked perfunctorily. Since Blairs disappearance the night before and her
late arrival this morning, their entire schedule had been changed. Cam had no idea of Blairs plans, and
being at such a disadvantage infuriated her.
For once Blair appeared subdued. "I need to go home and change."
Cam nodded, passed the message along to the driver and the car following them, and settled back
against the seat. She clamped down on her anger. She wouldnt give Blair the satisfaction of knowing how
unsettling the interlude in the bar had been for her. The hours she had spent with Claire satisfying her
body had not erased the memory of Blairs mouth on hers, nor the demanding promise of Blairs hands
claiming her. It was not a sensation she welcomed, and the faint bruises around Blairs lips only served to
remind her that Blair had been up all night satisfyingher needs with a stranger.Dont be a fool , she thought
in disgust.Anyone will do, as long as shes in charge. You just happened to be handy!
**********
When they pulled up in front of Blairs apartment, Cam sent Mac for coffee, while she waited in the limo.
She closed her eyes and thought of nothing. When the door opened, she looked up and then averted her
eyes as Blair Powell slid into the rear seat across from her. The woman who sat across from her looked
nothing like the woman Cam had followed into a Washington gay bar the night before. That woman had
been wild, untamed and untamable. Blair was a predator, all the more deadly because she was
irresistible. She was beautiful in the way of the wild animals, and Cam had felt her power even as she
tried to deny it. This woman was elegant, refined, and bore no resemblance to the creature she had been
the night before, with the one exception being that she was just as unapproachable.
The ferocious hunger in Blair's eyes had been replaced by a glacial stillness. If there were thoughts
behind the ice blue wall, they no longer showed. Her tailored coat was open to reveal a fitted suit, the
jacket unbuttoned to reveal the flimsy silk camisole beneath. The skirt slid up as she crossed her legs.
Cam found her every bit as attractive in this guise as she had been the previous night. She felt no safer,
aware of the pounding of her own heart.
In defense, Cam decided to focus on the job at hand. This was one of the most dangerous kind of
outings for Blair, with her in the public eye and visible to large crowds. When they arrived at the central
viewing area, where the mayor and Blair would be commenting on the passing parade, Cam was greeted
by the mayor's chief of security, a serious looking red head in her early 40s.
"I'm Marge Pierce," the red head said, extending her hand while openly appraising Cam.
Cam nodded in response as she returned the firm grip. "Cameron Roberts." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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"Lets move to the bedroom," she said, hoping eventually to sleep.
chapter nine
Mac looked up as his boss and the First Daughter boarded the plane. The air seemed decidedly chilly.
Blair stalked down the aisle and threw herself across the seats at the rear. Cam took the first seat inside
the cabin, leaned back, and closed her eyes. Mac figured she hadnt gotten much sleep. None of them
had. Between tracking Blair down, then shadowing the hotel the rest of the night, half the team had
worked on the one night they all expected to have off. Blair hadnt emerged to return to the White House
until eight a.m., and that made it all the harder to get her past the press corps without announcing she had
been out all night. She looked exactly like she had been out all night, and up all night screwing.
Cam had been called as soon as Blair stepped out of her hotel room, and she had been waiting for Blair
at the side entrance of the White House. She didnt look all that much better than Blair, although her attire
was impeccable as usual. Neither of them acknowledged the other as Cam ushered Blair in through the
service entrance and down the labyrinth of service halls to the family living quarters. The limo ride to the
airport an hour later had been just as frosty.
When the plane landed in New York forty minutes later, Cam escorted Blair to the waiting car and
climbed into the back with her. In an hour Blair was due to meet with the Mayor and emcee the New
Years Day Parade.
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"Where to, Ms. Powell?" Cam asked perfunctorily. Since Blairs disappearance the night before and her
late arrival this morning, their entire schedule had been changed. Cam had no idea of Blairs plans, and
being at such a disadvantage infuriated her.
For once Blair appeared subdued. "I need to go home and change."
Cam nodded, passed the message along to the driver and the car following them, and settled back
against the seat. She clamped down on her anger. She wouldnt give Blair the satisfaction of knowing how
unsettling the interlude in the bar had been for her. The hours she had spent with Claire satisfying her
body had not erased the memory of Blairs mouth on hers, nor the demanding promise of Blairs hands
claiming her. It was not a sensation she welcomed, and the faint bruises around Blairs lips only served to
remind her that Blair had been up all night satisfyingher needs with a stranger.Dont be a fool , she thought
in disgust.Anyone will do, as long as shes in charge. You just happened to be handy!
**********
When they pulled up in front of Blairs apartment, Cam sent Mac for coffee, while she waited in the limo.
She closed her eyes and thought of nothing. When the door opened, she looked up and then averted her
eyes as Blair Powell slid into the rear seat across from her. The woman who sat across from her looked
nothing like the woman Cam had followed into a Washington gay bar the night before. That woman had
been wild, untamed and untamable. Blair was a predator, all the more deadly because she was
irresistible. She was beautiful in the way of the wild animals, and Cam had felt her power even as she
tried to deny it. This woman was elegant, refined, and bore no resemblance to the creature she had been
the night before, with the one exception being that she was just as unapproachable.
The ferocious hunger in Blair's eyes had been replaced by a glacial stillness. If there were thoughts
behind the ice blue wall, they no longer showed. Her tailored coat was open to reveal a fitted suit, the
jacket unbuttoned to reveal the flimsy silk camisole beneath. The skirt slid up as she crossed her legs.
Cam found her every bit as attractive in this guise as she had been the previous night. She felt no safer,
aware of the pounding of her own heart.
In defense, Cam decided to focus on the job at hand. This was one of the most dangerous kind of
outings for Blair, with her in the public eye and visible to large crowds. When they arrived at the central
viewing area, where the mayor and Blair would be commenting on the passing parade, Cam was greeted
by the mayor's chief of security, a serious looking red head in her early 40s.
"I'm Marge Pierce," the red head said, extending her hand while openly appraising Cam.
Cam nodded in response as she returned the firm grip. "Cameron Roberts." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]