Challenging Gabriel (Knight Security 2) Read Free

money left to her by her parents, which was how she had been living these past few weeks, but if Gabriel decided to take on her case, she had no idea how she was even going to pay the Knight Security fees. And, even if she might have good reason, she sincerely hoped her years as Clive’s wife hadn’t turned her into a bitch of any kind. Her air of cool self-confidence was worn as armor, not arrogance.
    “No,” she conceded quietly. “But I reiterate, you don’t know anything about me or my life now.”
    Gabriel regarded her through narrowed lids as he leaned back in his chair and swung his feet up to rest on his desktop—something he would have lambasted any of his three younger brothers for doing in front of a client. It was a disrespectful attitude that seemed wholly appropriate to the present situation. “Is it the earring, the car, or the missing poodle?”
    “You judgmental prick!” she burst out, hands clenched at her sides.
    His mouth thinned, gaze steely. “I seem to remember you were once very fond of that prick ,” he mocked.
    She gave a disgusted shake of her head. “This was a mistake. I’ll find someone else to help me.” She turned on her heel and walked toward the door. “You are obviously as much of a self-centered bastard as you ever— Gabriel!” She gasped as, having crossed to her side in two long strides, Gabriel caught hold of her arm before she could open the door.
    He spun her around, capturing and holding both her hands in one of his before lifting them above her head. He pushed her back against the door.
    The moment Gabriel pressed the length of his body against hers, his senses were assaulted anew by that perfume of citrus and spice. Followed by breathing in the hot femininity he knew was all Angel. It caused his cock to throb. “When was I ever a self-centered bastard with you?” he demanded harshly, his face only inches away from hers. “When?” He pushed her hands higher above her head, thrusting her breasts forward as he glared down at her. “I gave you every fucking part of me there was to give, and it still wasn’t enough.”
    Angel had forgotten how tall Gabriel was, at least a foot taller than her own five feet and five inches in the three-inch heels. His body pressing so intimately into hers also allowed her to feel the hard strength of his muscular chest and defined abdomen, and the length of his engorged cock pressing against her. He smelled of the lemon soap he had always used in the shower, and the same spicy, masculine cologne. And beneath those was the heated, seductive musk that was all Gabriel.
    Breathing him in caused those memories of hot, sweaty bodies to slam into her again, limbs entangled as they each fought for dominance over the other, not really caring which of them won, knowing in the end they would both win. That together they always won.
    Angel shook her head to clear it of those memories. They had no place here. She had no place here. Having seen Gabriel again, spoken with him, breathed him in , she now knew this really had been a bad idea. A mistake. Beneath the suit and silk shirts, he was still the same warrior. A man who took no prisoners and gave no quarter.
    A man she now realized had no intention of giving her quarter. He almost seemed to hate her, and she had no idea why when he had been the one to walk away from her.
    What had she been thinking when she decided to come here?
    Had she been thinking at all?
    Truthfully, she had been too desperate to think, to reason. Too driven to realize, if she let this man back in her life he would destroy her by his mere presence.
    A presence that was causing her body to melt into awareness of his. Her nipples were engorged, the heat pooling, dampening, between her thighs.
    She avoided meeting the fierceness of Gabriel’s gaze. “I really do have to go.”
    “I don’t think so,” he murmured, his breath stirring the hair at her temple. “You not only searched for and found me here at Knight