Don't Close Your Eyes Read Free

when she had looked at it?  Twenty something...?
    Oh, God!  What have I done?
    I’d just allowed the only woman who ever sparked that kind of longing within me walk away from me!  I had been so lost in my own thoughts of what I would like to do to her, that I hadn't even had the sense to ask her bloody name?!  "Well, it was a good thing you managed to ask her to a lunch that you had already eaten instead, you fuck up..."  
    I gave curt nods in response to all the pleasantries that were given as I made my way to my office.  I was angry as hell now.  I wanted to shove shit off of the desks I passed and throw a postal fit.  Why had I killed both of those guys last night?  How I wished I could kill tonight!  I need that girl!  I need that light!  Focus, King.  Hunt her down.   Should I go back to the first floor and wait to see where she goes?  Who her father is?  Was she leaving with him for lunch, or were they ordering in?  Ask around the building?  A redhead with features like that one had were bound to be memorable to someone.  Where did I begin?  Damn, wait a bleeding minute!  This wasn't hunting, this was all out stalking !  What the hell kind of wanker was I already being reduced to in the name of a woman I hadn't a bloody clue about?  But that was the problem, wasn’t it?  I knew everything about anyone I wanted.  I wanted to know everything about her.
    I ignored Abigail as she proceeded to try and give me the messages that had been left for me over my lunch break.  "Not now, Abby!"  She cringed with a flush to her pretty face and walked away in a bit of defeat.  Poor woman, I would have to apologize and calm her down later.  I couldn't deal with that shit now.   
    There was a knock on the door frame of my office, and that cunt, April, poked her head in with a dirty smirk at my expression.  She sauntered in wearing a very sexy black dress no woman with professional integrity should ever wear to the office.  Normally, I may have subtly skimmed her figure, right now I wanted to put her on my hit list because I was so pissed off.  
    "Klive, what's the matter, dear?  Anything I can do to calm you down?" she purred suggestively and snickered as I shot her a look that told her to fuck off.  It seemed to only make her want me more.  Go figure.  Didn’t matter that I was ready for launch, I was never a desperate man, and I was definitely not this desperate. 
    I waved that skank away and and locked my office door after that.  If she wasn't so valuable, I'd have fired her on the spot for her shit.  Especially right now!  How could I ever look at another woman when that innocent had clouded every damn area of my brain to make me feel such sharp conviction at the mere idea?  Ugh!  I speared my fingers through my perfect hair, for once not giving a shit if I messed it up.  I was so bloody screwed if I couldn’t find her.  Probably because the prospect of screwing suddenly wasn’t so appealing if fiery hair, tanned skin, innocent green eyes, and the voice of a phone sex operator weren’t a part of the package.  I put away the idea of how relieving it would be to unload inside of her and pulled my phone to my ear. 
    "Chris, contact the security department of my building.  Get the surveillance tapes for the elevators for today from between eleven and two o'clock.  If you could outright hack the system and watch for a redhead in a pink, polka-dotted dress, pony tail, white bow and heels, that would be even better," I told my PI.  Barked would be a far more apt description.  I worked to calm my tone.
    "Everything alright, Boss?  Something complicate one of your hits, or is she a new target?  Let me know, I'm your man.  Whatever you need," he told me efficiently, a hint of his French accent coming through.
    "Chris, come now, have you ever known me to cock up a hit?"  I felt bad.  I knew my attitude wasn't exactly the best in this moment, but Chris knew better.  It wasn't as