ANOMALY.MIL (The Conspiracy Series Book One): A Romantic Suspence Novel Read Free Page B

Seneca looked up, and her heart literally fluttered in her chest.
    The man standing in front of her was huge, dressed all in black, and very…No, shockingly handsome.
    And then she realized that the guy could kill her. Easily.
    "Can I help you?" she asked, hoping he would not.
    "Seneca Reed?"
    "Yes."
    The guy was so handsome; he was hard to look at. Like he would see you thinking about how hot he was, and he was very…damn, he was handsome.
    And his body… Don't look at his chest, don't look at his chest. She couldn't help herself. The guy's chest was so muscular, she just wanted to run her hands…
    Wait. "How do you know my name?"
    "I'm Cat's…" The man shook his head, correcting himself. "Uh, Catherine Miller's bother."
    "Oh." Son of a bitch !
    Cat had been trying to set Seneca up with her brother for three months. She had finally agreed just to get Cat off her back, but had she known the man was this good looking…
    Damn it !
    "Nice to meet you," Seneca said, then blushed when she remembered what she looked like. "Please, come in." He walked in her condo, and she closed the door, lying, "I just got back from yoga class. Do you mind if I go and change out of my workout clothes?"
    "Umm," he hesitated, his striking green eyes locking with hers.
    Her heart started pounding.
    "I'll just be minute," she assured him, then walked to her bedroom before he could stop her.
    The second the door to her bedroom closed, Seneca ran to her closet and put on some tight jeans that made her ass look like she had been doing yoga. Then, she put on her favorite red shirt that brought out the rich red tones in her brown eyes.
    Her hair was a different matter. The caramel color was dull and lifeless as she brushed it, and it was her own damn fault. Had she washed it, she would not be yanking it up into a ponytail right now.
    Idiot!
    She slapped on some mascara, lipstick, and used concealer to hide any imperfections in her skin, then gave herself the once-over in the mirror. She looked awful. Seneca groaned, but she didn't want to keep the man waiting any longer.
    She walked out of her bedroom, and Cat's breathtaking brother rose from the barstool she had just been sitting on when she ate lunch.
    Wow, he’s tall.
    "Thank you so much for waiting." She gave him her best smile. "Is this about dinner tonight?"
    "No." The man just stared down at her, and Seneca felt a little weak in the knees. "Do you mind if we sit down?" he asked, his long arms motioning her to her own couch as if he were the one who lived there.
    "Sure," she nodded, and then remembered as she sat on the leather sofa. "I'm so sorry." I was too distracted by your extraordinary good looks to ask. "What was your name?"
    "Ansel."
    Damn. Even his name was sexy.
    "What can I do for you, Ansel?"
    "You can help me find Cat," he paused, wary. "Because she's just been kidnapped.”

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
    "What!" Seneca Reed shot off the sofa, her big brown eyes staring down at him.
    "My sister's been kidnapped," Ansel repeated. And then, the small woman did something he was not expecting her to do.
    She punched him in the arm.
    "And you let me go change my clothes?" She was in shock, and taking it out on him. "You're holding this huge bomb that you're about to drop on me…until I changed ?" she scoffed. "I even put on mascara!" She threw her arms up in the air, letting her hands come to rest on-top of her head.
    He tried to explain. "I thought it best if you were sitting down, because—"
    "Well," she turned her anger back on him. "You thought wrong!"
    "Because…" He was getting irritated. "I need to ask you a few questions. So, sit down," he did not ask, snapping her out of it. But when he saw tears running down her cheeks, Ansel softened his tone, adding, "Please, Ms. Reed."
    "Seneca," she whispered, wiping her tears away and snuffling once as if to shake off the news. "Who in the world would want to kidnap Catherine?"
    "You can't think of anyone? An angry chef, a