Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

plane into a closed airport during a snowstorm, so we’re
even.”
He grins. It’s breathtaking. He says, “Six-foot-six. Are you
the jealous type?”
I think about it. “I don’t know. I’ve never had a man do
something to make me jealous. Are you the type who enjoys
making your girlfriends crazy by flirting with other women?”
In his pause, I sense an ocean of darkness.
He says gruffly, “I don’t have girlfriends.”
How are we standing closer? I don’t remember moving,
but my feet must have a mind of their own, because suddenly,
we’re only inches apart.
Holy Ghost of Christmas Past, this man smells divine. My
heart beating madly, I say, “Are you married?”
Staring at my mouth, he says, “You know I’m not.”
Yes, we’ve already discussed this, but I wanted to make
sure he didn’t acquire a Mrs. Dangerous Alpha since I last saw
him a few months ago.
“Work keep you too busy?”
“Something like that.”
“Hmm. So it’s only one-night stands for you, then?”
His gaze drifts back up to mine. He takes his time, looking
over my features, until our eyes meet again.
It feels like being plugged into a socket.
In a throaty voice, he says, “No one-night stands. No
girlfriends. No anything since I first laid eyes on you.”
We stare at each other in blistering silence until the smoke
alarm starts to scream.
Because my nerves are already stretched thin, I jump at the
sound. Then I run into the kitchen. It’s filled with smoke.
Coughing, I pull the door open and wave away the smoke that
billows out into my face.
Behind me, Kage says, “Move.”