Provoking the Spirit Read Free

could call it that.” She hit rewind and watched the film again. The doors and drawers flew open as if a gust of wind had blown through the kitchen. It happened much faster than any human could move. This was probably the best evidence she had gathered so far, something she could actually show people instead of telling them she “felt” something. “Awesome,” she said under her breath.
    “What time did this happen?”
    “The clock says about ten minutes ago.”
    “When we were chatting in the front parlor?”
    “Yeah, that would be about right.”
    “Hmm.” He rubbed his chin. “Interesting.”
    “As fast as everything was moving, I wonder why we didn’t hear anything.”
    “Maybe we were too distracted.” His fingers brushed against her arms again, and the purr in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. “I know something else was occupying my mind at the moment.”
    His breath warmed the nape of her neck and paralyzed her. How close was he standing behind her? She needed to pull herself together before she dropped her equipment on the tile floor. “If you thought with your head instead of your dick, maybe you wouldn’t have been so distracted.”
    “You didn’t hear the noise either.” His breath grazed her ear, sending all rushing from her head to the place between her legs. Damn him! “When did you get so prickly?” His lips pressed against her neck and blazed a trail up toward her ear. Her knees threatened to give out from under her. “Maybe you should learn to relax.”
    Relax wouldn’t be the right word for it. The camera wobbled in her hands.
    “Careful,” he murmured as he grabbed it. “Who’s distracted now?”
    A loud crash came from the parlor and pulled her away from his seduction.
    “Jesus Christ.” He ran out of the kitchen.
    She pressed record and followed him. The lamp from the sofa table lay on the ground, with the remaining shards of the light bulb sprinkled across the hardwood floor. She zoomed in on it. “Just the lamp?”
    “Thankfully, although this ghost has a habit of breaking the most expensive antiques in the room.”
    “Seems it decided to play after everyone left.”
    “Maybe.” He ran his fingers though his dark hair. “Let me get a broom and clean this up.”
    She hit stop and set the camera down on the table. There was something more to this, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. Remy said the activity was highest when he had women over. The lamp fell right after he had kissed her neck. She already had evidence, but perhaps it was time to piss off the ghost and get some more. All in the name of science, of course. She would willingly allow Remy to seduce her if it meant capturing more proof of paranormal activity.
    When he came back in, she sashayed over to him. “I have an idea.”
     
     
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Remy wasn’t sure what happened while he was in the kitchen, but when he came back, an entirely different Ainsley greeted him. She sauntered towards him, swaying her hips while a feline grin spread upon her full mouth. How could he have ignored her all these years?
    He had a pretty good idea what she was thinking based on the way she was acting. The blood rushed to his cock, and he wondered what changed her mind. “What’s your plan?”
    He prayed her answer involved them heading upstairs. It had been over a year since he’d gotten laid, and she was turning him on more than any other woman he had ever met. He needed to taste her lips, her skin.
    “You mentioned the activity picks up when you have a woman over. Why don’t we provoke the spirit so we can get you some answers?”
    He leaned the broom against the sofa table, and she pressed her body against his. It took every ounce of willpower not to throw her over his shoulder and carry her up to his bed. The only thing that restrained him was the memory of what happened to the last woman he had taken up there. “Provoke the ghost or provoke me?”
    She pouted.