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Excerpt from Seduced By Blood
By
Laurie London

Excerpt from SEDUCED BY BLOOD © Laurie London 2012

A huge, dark hardwood bed, covered in sumptuous green linens and pillows, stood proudly on the far side of the room. Not far from it was a door.

Was her room through there? Santiago had referred to his suite of rooms—plural. She didn’t care about sleeping in his office on a rollaway cot or fold-out couch. They’d have to coordinate the use of the bathroom, however. Even if there was another one nearby, it’d look very out of character if she stumbled out of bed and down the hall to use it.  

She walked over and opened the door only to find that it led to a large walk-in closet. A chuckle sounded behind her. She ignored it, instead focusing on the sudden pounding of blood behind her temples. The only other door had to be the bathroom, but she tried it anyway. Sure enough. It was luxuriously tiled with a huge soaking tub, freestanding glass shower with two showerheads, and a mile-long marble counter with two sinks and elegant faucets curved like a swan’s neck. She spun back around. Santiago stood in the center of the room, his hands on his hips. One thing was glaringly missing.

“Looking for something?”

She glanced around the room. “I…a…”

“If you need to use the facilities, I can assure you I won’t be able to hear a thing out here. All the rooms at the field office, even interior ones, are very private.” He chuckled again as if he were remembering something.

“I assumed we’d have adjoining rooms or at the very least, a pull out bed.”

“You assumed wrong.” He brushed past her and stepped into the bathroom as casual as could be. She could hear the water in the shower turn on. He even started whistling.

This was just not acceptable. She hadn’t agreed to this. At all. “But what about—”

He popped his head out. At some point, he’d pulled off his shirt. Did he have any idea what the sight of him like this did to her? His well-muscled chest and abs were like candy under a glass case.

Beautiful. Tempting. Unreachable.

She tried not to stare at him, but she had a feeling she was doing a lousy job. Her eyes seemed to want to take him all in whether she wanted them to or not.

“Lovers would not use separate beds.” Even his voice sounded deeper, sexier than it had five minutes ago. “Maybe chaste religious types would, but I can assure you, I’m neither chaste nor religious.”

There was that warm feeling in her stomach again. She glanced at the bed and suddenly it didn’t look as big as it did when they first walked in. It was entirely too small. Postage stamp small, if you asked her. “Then I’ll find a sleeping bag.”

He opened the bathroom door wider and she could see that the top button of his pants was unfastened. “You’ll do no such thing. That will tip off everyone if you go around asking for a sleeping bag to be brought to my room. No. You’re sleeping in my bed. With me. And that’s final.”