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In this scene from At the Mercy of Her Pleasure, NarrAy and Encie, one of her aides, have just observed a quick interchange between Senth and NarrAy’s other aide, Broxus, and mistakes what and who Senth likes.
The reality is, Broxus had thought Senth was attracted to Encie when Senth had actually meant he likes NarrAy. Because the women had showed up while they were talking, Senth and Broxus had resorted to a kind of code.
The result? NarrAy has completely misread the situation.
He Likes Who?
NarrAy bit out a curse and folded her arms.
“What?” Encie sidled closer.
“He likes Brox.”
“Why else would he look so embarrassed? And come on, helping Brox with his tie? Since when did Brox ever care about that? It’s obvioushe likes him and they wanted to be alone.”
“No way.” Encie shook her head. “Brox is not interested in his own gender.”
“How would you know?”
Encie wiggled her eyebrows.
“You and… No.” Brox’s door remained shut. NarrAy squinted. “When?”
“Before we came to work for you. We’re long since over each other.”
“So…” NarrAy turned back to her. “You don’t think…”
“I know for a fact that Brox isn’t.”
NarrAy tapped a finger against her lips. “Good.”
Encie leaned closer. “There’s one way to find out. Touch him.”
“No. Besides, he’s on Shackle.”
“Think of it as a challenge. Can your pheromones beat the drug?”
“No.” Folding her arms, NarrAy turned away. “That wouldn’t be right.”
“You’ve been flirting with Senth since he got in the car back in town. Don’t even try to tell me you don’t like him.” A hand on her hip, Encie strutted into view. “He and his brother are the hottest things I’ve seen in weeks. Did you see the abs on him? I almost swallowed my tongue.”
NarrAy paced the room, her pulse heightening.
Senth’s door opened, and he came out dressed in immaculate black-and-white evening attire. Black tie against his throat, loose curls brushing his shoulders. The suit accented his wide shoulders and narrow waist. He looked every bit as rich as he was supposed to look. Those diamond studs were no doubt real, and stolen.
His big, pale blue cat-eyed gaze focused on her, causing NarrAy to tingle all over. He looked away and adjusted a diamond cufflink.
Senth’s untutored vulnerability and restrained sensuality lashed at her senses. Sweet, charming, intelligent. All the man needed now was the right woman to awaken his passion.
NarrAy strolled toward him.
At the Mercy of Her Pleasure
To free his enslaved brother from a cruel master, Senth, an all-party-fun-and-games thief, must take on the hardest assignment of his life: stealing from the Empress. To make matters worse, he has no choice but to work with NarrAy, a by-the-book rebel female captain whose addictive pheromones could jeopardize the mission and destroy Senth’s will.
When the unthinkable happens and NarrAy professes her love for him, Senth must decide if what he feels is real. Can he trust this woman? If he loves her back, can he still save his brother? Or will Senth end up at the mercy of her pleasure forever…
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