Spunky Dallas St. John wants the perfect life and to get it she needs the perfect job. So what is she doing kissing a complete stranger in an alleyway when she's late for her interview for that once-in-a-life-time opportunity?
She must be losing it, but oh what a delicious way to go down. A fortune teller has warned her that falling in love would be dangerous. The woman didn't know the half of it. Not only has getting involved with this hunky sex god thrown her career goals off-track, it's thrown her world upside down. She's having sexual escapades in her sleep. Her new lover is taking control of her in the bedroom. And an unworldly force is threatening to devour her soul. What's a girl to do, but enjoy the ride!
Her hair was dark but not exactly black. The color was more vibrant and alive than a simple black. Sable-colored, perhaps. Shiny. Luminescent, even in the dim light of the alleyway. With a nervous shake of her head, she mumbled something about not being able to believe her rotten luck. As a result, her long hair tumbled out of the combs that had been holding it up off her neck. The silky strands brushed the back of his hand. Brendan knew he shouldn't, but he let his gaze travel from her hair and down her gently arching back.
Yep, he shouldn't have done that. Not with her pressed so neatly against him and with his state of mind so focused on sex this morning. Just as he'd seen in the vision, she was wearing the suit with those tantalizing peeks of her cleavage.
He tried again to shake away the attraction he was feeling toward her. New Ones were skittish. He needed to keep focused on keeping her safe and not on how his cock was growing just from feeling her wren-like movements as he held her within the circle of his arms.
"Excuse me," she said, again. This time she didn't sound the least bit sorry. "Do I know you? Oh, never mind. It doesn't matter. I have an appointment to get to and I'm already late for it." She dragged in a deep breath. "Unhand me."
He was about to release her when he felt it...the darkness. It was close. And searching.
"Damn my luck," she bit off. Her glossy lips were full. Very pretty. Kissable. "This morning has been an absolute disaster. I wish I could just start the day again."
Brendan suddenly felt the familiar pull of the dimensions being stretched.
"Oh, no you don't." He tightened his grip around her. "I'm not waiting around for you to play out this day again."
The dimensions continued to stretch. The darkness vibrated with excitement. Her bending the natural forces was drawing it closer.
"How many times do you have to repeat today to figure out that there might be a reason you don't make that appointment?" he demanded.
The dimensions stretched even further.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said. There was no fear in her voice or in her grassy green eyes. She didn't seem to mind that he was holding her so closely. Or that she was in a deserted alleyway with a stranger. Too brave for her own good, perhaps. It was a common trait among their kind.
They called themselves the Protectors, but no one, not even themselves knew exactly what they were or their true purpose for being in the world.
"I have a job interview. I can't be late for it. You have to understand, my future is on the line."
If she kept this up, the dimensions would soon snap back into place, sending them all tumbling backwards in time several hours. Again.
Hell. He had to take her mind off that job interview. And he had to do it fast. Reasoning with her would take too long. And knocking her senseless simply wasn't his style. So he did what came naturally to him.
He kissed her.
