Page 27 of Bling

She ducked her head into his shoulder, but he saw her ears go crimson.

“Is that a yes or a no, Doll?”

Her head bobbed up and down, indicating consent.

“How am I supposed to kiss you if you’re hiding your face?”

She raised her head and gave him a coy look. “My mouth isn’t the only place you can kiss me, you know.”

He felt his cock strain against his jeans. How was he supposed to respond to a comment like that?

The only way he knew how.

Shifting his arm, he snaked his hand into her long dark hair and tugged so her head was tilted at a more favorable angle before crushing his mouth to hers.

Her soft gasp as she sucked in air before their lips connected seemed to pull him deeper into her. Their tongues tangled, and his polite reserved Isabelle no longer existed.

Her moan vibrated through him and he deepened their kiss until she jerked away. Why did she do that?

“Sir, a phone call for you.” His driver had been trying to get his attention.

Christ, this better be important. Regina was the only one who had his driver’s number and knew he could be reached that way.

“Regina, what’s the emergency?”

“Sorry, Mr. Oliver, you weren’t answering your cell. I’ve intercepted a series of emails making various threats against you and your employees in the last several hours. I know the police are investigating Miss Alvarado’s car being vandalized.”

He scowled. It was good to know but did it really warrant interrupting his weekend?

Regina must have read his mind. “I wouldn’t have interrupted you, but Miss Alvarado is one of the people being threatened by name. Since you’re taking her to Dallas with you on Monday, it seemed important as you might want to increase security.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He and Isabelle would be safe through the weekend, but it was after that he was concerned about.

“Thank you, Regina. If you could please forward the emails to the police here in Colorado. I’m sure they’ll find them useful. Arrange a private detail for us in Dallas, but I have a feeling this is more of a local thing.”

The sound of metal on metal sounded as their vehicle lurched forward. “What the hell?” Garrett whirled to look behind them. Had someone just hit them?

“Hang on tight, Sir. Looks like whoever just rear-ended us is gearing up to try and hit us again. I can keep us on the road, just make sure you’re both buckled in.”

“I have to go Regina,” he hung up the phone and double-checked Isabelle’s seatbelt.

“Is this on purpose?” Isabelle whispered, rubbing her neck.

“Did you get hurt?” he asked, ignoring her question.

The driver was on speaker phone with the police, giving them their location.

They hadn’t quite made it into the mountainous region that led up to Solitaire, so there were still some well-lit parking lots around.

Metal crunched and Isabelle was jerked into Garrett’s shoulder as the car behind them slammed their bumper again.

“Garrett what’s happening?” Isabelle screeched.

“Shhh. We’re going to be OK, Doll.”

Jeff navigated the giant SUV into a parking lot and stopped under a large streetlamp. Sirens screamed toward them, and three police cars soon surrounded them.

“Stay in the car unless you’re told to get out,” Garrett warned as he slid out of the vehicle. He sucked in a deep breath and did his best to calm his racing heart. Isabelle needed him to be strong right now.

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