Night Angels (Beast & Beauty) Read Free

appealing at the moment. Mel sounded more than appealing too. “I need a fast shower. Be back in five.”
    He headed off to shower and dress with his spirits lifting. A hearty meal of roast beef and all the trimmings would settle his stomach and mind, definitely. Then in a while, after a decent period of socialising with his family, he'd take a quick evening ride on his bike, and do the five village circuit. He might even enjoy sitting in front of his computer after that.
     
    They all sat at the table helping themselves to Mrs Higgins' succulent roast beef, wonderful crunchy potatoes, and al dente steamed vegetables. They tucked in with little ceremony and very few manners either. The Brandons always enjoyed and appreciated their food. That was one thing they all had in common at least.
    “Melanie, do come along darling. One roast potato won't be enough to feed such a fine figure as yours,” his father said with a wink in her direction.
    “Dad, do you mind!” Chris admonished, giving his father an open glare.
    She blushed very prettily and helped herself to another bigger one.
    “I have a really good appetite normally. I guess I'm a little nervous, that's all,” she replied.
    His father laughed one of his hearty guffaws and gave her a big white smile, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “No need for nerves, my love. I may be a Lord in title, but I'm pretty normal at heart, wouldn't you say, Kyle?” his father carried on.
    “Mmmm, pure salt of the earth Dad, absolutely,” Kyle muttered quietly. He had to agree his dad was pretty cool for a Lord, with his wicked sense of humour and a fairly modern outlook on life.
    He took another look at Mel, sweeping his eyes up and down as subtly as he could. He could barely stop looking in her direction.  He caught her looking at him too, as if she was taking stock, examining him somehow... He'd dressed carefully in a tight fitting black shirt and black jeans. He'd faffed with his hair and even splashed on some cologne, not that she'd get close enough to him to smell it. But he'd wanted to make a good impression on her for some reason. He hoped he'd done a good job and she wasn't comparing him too harshly with the golden boy to her left.
    His eyes skimmed over her lush swathe of silky fair hair, tumbling seductively over her shoulders, down her far too pretty face with its exquisite smooth skin and full pink lips, to her neck and throat. His eyes glazed as they travelled lower over her beautiful full breasts and the touch of cleavage on display at the neckline of her black silky top. He felt himself harden, rapidly, wanting her and imagining things. He dragged his eyes back up to her face quickly, swallowing the groan that was threatening to emerge from his mouth.
    Their eyes locked, just for a few seconds, and something happened, across the table, between them. He didn't know the fuck what, or the fuck how, but it did.
    She cleared her throat and took a big gulp of her glass of water, her eyes not leaving his. “What exactly do you do Kyle? Chris mentioned you work from home, on the internet?” she asked him. Her long eyelashes batted at him slowly and so sexily he wanted to dive on her and kiss her to death.
    “Customer support for a web host,” he replied blandly, desperately trying to get control of himself.
    “You must have a very technical mind. I can barely work out what's happening on my Facebook page,” she replied with a deep sigh.
    He laughed at her truthful candour.
    “I'm sure you're not the only one. The FB interface isn't renowned for its user friendliness."
    “Well that's a relief. I thought it was just me.”
    “Oh no... Far from it. Facebook can make the back end of a hosting environment look like child's play.” He smiled and she giggled sweetly.
    “Come on babe, you've hardly touched your food. Mrs Higgins will be on the warpath,” Chris said, breaking into their conversation. He cast a hard look at Kyle, as if he knew exactly what was running