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Her hair...
A shudder ripped through his body just from looking at it, inciting pure want to move through his bloodstream like a narcotic. Because that spectacular mane of fire told him she’d been burned and lived to tell the tale. A survivor.
Shameful, reprehensible; his eyes took a long, leisurely stroll down her lithe little body, soaking up her quirky ensemble.
Clumpy biker boots which, more often than not, made him instantly hard. Skin-tight denims and an apple-green T with the words ‘It’s All Good Under the Hood’ stroking across her perfect C’s.
Ohhh, yeah, she was delicious. Lickable. Biteable.
She leaned towards a serious tomboy bent and after multiple seasons of being faced with silicone inflation, Botoxed lips and an abundance of flesh on show, looking at Seraphina Scott was dangerous to say the least. Intrigue gave way to intoxication every time. Unfortunately he’d just have to suffer the side effects—because she was the one woman he could never, ever touch.
Not only was she the boss’s daughter, and not only did that tough outer shell conceal an uncontrollable fiery response that lured the predator inside him to prowl to the surface and claw down those walls, but he’d also made a promise to her brother—and he’d stand by it even if it killed him...
‘If I don’t get out of this alive, Finn, promise me something?’
‘Don’t talk like that, kid. I’ll get us out of here.’
‘Whatever you do, don’t tell Serena about this place. She’s been through enough. She’ll go looking for blood. You have to keep her safe. Promise me...’
His lungs drew up tight, crowding his chest until he could barely breathe. He would keep her safe. By getting her away from him.
Shuttering his eyes for a brief spell, he blocked her mesmeric pull. He’d dreaded this moment for months, he realised. Knowing she would come out fighting even as grief oozed from her very pores.
Where once she’d been a little bit curvy, now she was a little bit too thin. A stunning force of anger and sadness, beautiful and desolate. As if heartbreak had pulled the life force out of her and every morsel was tasteless.
Finn had done that to her.
Tom Scott...
Guilt lay like crude oil in the base of his stomach and every time he looked at her it churned violently, threatening to catch fire, making him ache. Ache. God, did she make him ache. Make the mourning suffocate his soul. As if it wasn’t enough that the kid was still his constant companion even in death.
He didn’t want her here. In fact he wanted her as far away from him as he could get her. Which begged the question: why was she back?
She who now eyed him expectantly and for the life of him he couldn’t remember what she’d said.
Shifting gears, he asked, ‘How’s London?’
‘Cold.’
‘How’s work?’
‘Great. Thank you for asking,’ she said, with such a guileless expression he didn’t even see the freight train barrelling down the hallway. ‘Why didn’t you come to Tom’s funeral? He worshipped you.’
His stomach gave a sickening twist.
‘Sick.’ He needed off this topic. Right. Now. ‘How’s the prototype?’
‘Spectacular. Sick how?’
‘Boring story. Is it finished?’
Say no.
Fuming at his attempt at derailing the conversation, she breathed slow and deep. ‘Maybe. Did you know he couldn’t swim?’
Crap. ‘No.’ Not at the time. ‘Are you staying?’
‘Possibly.’
Dammit. This was getting too close for comfort. ‘I think you could do with more time off,’ he said. ‘Take a holiday.’
Suspicion narrowed her glare. ‘Is that right?’
‘Sure. How about a nice sojourn round the Caribbean? All that sun, sea and sex would do you good. Loosen you up a little.’
She raised one delicate dark brow. ‘Why, Finn, I didn’t know you cared.’
‘There’s a lot you don’t know about me.’
‘Funny, I was just thinking the exact same thing.’
Now he remembered why he couldn’t stand the woman. ‘Anyway, I was saying. A holiday is just what you need.’
‘Are you saying I don’t look so good?’
‘Well, now you come to mention it you are a little on the thin side.’ True, most women would consider that a compliment, but Miss Scott wasn’t like other women.
As predicted, she prickled like a porcupine. But at least she wasn’t musing about funerals and swimming any more.
‘Trading insults, Finn? I wouldn’t advise it. You’ve buried yourself in so much dirt over the years I’ll always come out on top.’
A growl ripped up his throat. ‘Mmm... You on top. Now, that is something I would love to see,’ he said, sending his voice into a silken lazy caress, frankly astonished at how much effort he was expending to keep this up. For the first time in history one of their sparring sessions was stealing great chunks of his sanity.
