Page 186 of Enthrall Shadows
We broke apart as fast as we’d come together.
Pushing up, I rested my back against the headboard.
Seconds later, Henry was searching for his boxer shorts, and then the rest of his clothes, having discarded his suit in record time. I watched his gorgeous physique move around my bedroom as he retrieved his shoes with a savage casualness, slipping them on calmly.
Cuddling wasn’t going to happen.
He came over to me and leaned down to kiss my forehead like a lover does when an affair is over. His quietness fed the eerie silence, his strong hands dragging up a blanket to cover my nakedness.
Henry walked away from my side and left the bedroom without looking back. Then I heard the sound of his shoes as he descended the staircase.
The lack of his presence was a startling loss.
I listened to the sound of the front door closing behind him.
Gone.
It looked as though a tornado had blown through my bedroom. My clothes scattered here and there was the only evidence of his visit.
I put on my silk robe and tied it around my waist as I made my way down to the kitchen.
Settling on the barstool, I ignored the dampness of arousal between my legs. More evidence I’d been beautifully violated by Henry’s arrogant yet delicious mouth.
Opening the take-out bag, I fished out a poppadom and munched on the mouthwatering wafer-thin crisp.
Reaching for the champagne, I gripped the bottle’s long neck and tipped it to my mouth in an act of rebellion, swallowing gulps of sweet Bollinger as bubbles tickled my nose.
The pretty bouquet in my vase was proof that Henry had tried and failed to seduce me into becoming his secret mistress.
I lifted the bottle again and drank a few more gulps of the bubbly.
Men could be so damn complicated.
But Henry Cole landed in an entirely different category.
What I wanted—and needed—was a man who could love me.
Fridays evoked waves of happiness from employees eager for time off over the weekend.
Even I anticipated freedom from this office, though my plans had sadly changed.
I’d planned a fun Saturday of sightseeing around the city, seeing more of Los Angeles and hoping Charlotte would join me. That wasn’t going to happen now.
I wanted to keep her a secret to protect her. I should have told her that our clandestine relationship would only be temporary until we found a way to be together in public.
The previous night’s fantastic sex was probably the last time she’d let me taste her—which made me crave her more.
A knock at the door distracted me.
Jen leaned into my office. “I’m going to grab a bite to eat.”
I gestured for her to come into the room, my gut twisting.
Hopefully soon, the nightmare that haunted Cole Tower would be over. The moment that envelope was opened and the contents stolen, and shared, it would be done.
It was down to me to execute the plan. I needed this spy in my rearview.
“Could you take this to the lab?” I asked causally, offering her the envelope.
