Dark Gold. Christine Feehan. Dark Series – book 3

“Yes, of course. I’ll be brief. I merely wanted to see that she was all right and to discuss our working arrangements.” Thomas accepted the cup of coffee Marie handed him, then gazed up at the man standing so protectively behind Alexandria’s chair. “Once I lay out my expectations for this project, it’s really Alexandria’s genius that has to take over. The story line is unique and very frightening, we have top actors willing to read the roles for us, and we intend to create a product unrivaled in today’s market. Everything is in place, but I need the perfect artwork.”

“That’s so exciting, Thomas,” Alexandria said, acutely aware of Aidan’s hands on her shoulders. His thumb was stroking slowly, sensually over her clavicle.

You are using that syrupy voice, Aidan pointed out wickedly, his voice brushing her mind like the stroke of his thumb. The teasing note in it set her heart to melting. “You mean you need Alexandria’s artwork.”

Mind your own business. I’m deliberately flirting a little. You have heard of the concept, haven’t you? In fact, I think you wrote the book on it.

We will have none of that nonsense, his voice whispered in her mind, his laughter soft and inviting.

Alexandria glanced up at his face. It was a mask, his golden eyes still on Thomas. Yet she had the sensation of such intense intimacy, it was almost as if they had made love. Her feelings for Aidan were strong and growing more so with every conversational exchange, with every blood exchange, with every merging of their minds. At the realization, fear welled up in her, sharp and ugly.

Breathe, piccola. You always forget to breathe. Aidan sounded amused, mockingly male.

Alexandria chose to ignore the taunt, instead sending Thomas a high-powered smile that jerked his head up and set his body tightening with urges and demands.

Thomas was intensely aware of Savage standing like some Greek god behind Alexandria’s chair, with that damned unblinking stare and his hands on her shoulders as if he owned her. That deadly stare, never once moving from

Ivan’s face, was completely unnerving. Thomas had the feeling Aidan could read his lustful thoughts, his every intention. He took a sip of coffee to calm himself.

“Perhaps we could go out for breakfast, Alexandria,” he suggested silkily, deliberately challenging Aidan’s hold on her, “and discuss the details.”

That stare never wavered. “Alexandria is unable to leave at this time. The doctors were very specific as to her resting hours, were they not, Alexandria? Perhaps that should be taken into consideration when you are deciding if Alexandria can do the work you need.” Aidan sounded the same—quiet, mild, almost expressionless, as if none of this meant a thing to him and Thomas was no threat of any consequence.

Yet Alexandria stiffened at his words and would have interrupted had Savage’s hands not tightened, holding her still.

Thomas noticed with satisfaction the rise in tension between them. The chemistry, the intensity between the two, was unmistakable, and he detested it, knowing that it threatened his relationship with her. But Alexandria wasn’t happy with it, and that was good. Ivan smiled his easy, charming smile and leaned forward.

“Alexandria has the job no matter what the restrictions on her hours. I have the contract with me and am prepared to meet any price.” Take that, Savage, he thought. Don’t think you can push me aside so easily.

Shark attack! Look out, cara, he is swimming toward you. Aidan deliberately lightened the mood between Alexandria and himself.

Alexandria glanced back at Aidan and saw his calm mask. The golden eyes never wavered from Thomas’s face, but in her mind she could hear the echo of his soft laughter. In spite of her annoyance, she wanted to laugh with him.

“I’m pleased to hear you say that, Thomas,” she answered in her most syrupy voice, deliberately trying to annoy Aidan to pay him back. “The doctors are being extremely careful, and as I have the responsibility of my younger brother, I need to be cautious with my health.”

“Follow their instructions to the letter,” Thomas replied, leaning even closer. “I wouldn’t want a repeat of this episode. It scared me to death.” He made it personal, his hand reaching out to rest on her knee.

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