Talson Temptations 3: Talson's Net Read Free Page B

mean, lying?” she provoked, pleased at his quick
intake of breath. “Now don’t you worry, Val. Since I’m sure they rent this room
by the hour, you’ll have help in no time.” She eyed his impressive erection and
marveled that it had yet to flag. “Maybe if you’re lucky, your rescuer won’t
demand quite so large a reward.”
    She ran a finger over his cock and snickered to cover up the
tremor of lust building once more. Not sure she could take another second this
close without mounting him in earnest, she clamped down on her wacky libido and
stepped back.
    His fists clenched, and she realized she’d actually bested a
Talson. A little half-breed had scored a huge hit against a revered Otra
pure-blood. Serves him right, the handsome bastard . With a smug grin,
she turned on her heel and made for the door. Before she left, he spoke.
    Trust a Talson to need to have the last word.
    “Rowe? I’ll be seeing you again, honey. Real soon.”
    His husky words, though tinged with anger, held enough
promise to be worrisome. She knew without looking that the gleam in his
inhumanly bright eyes would make her want to run, not walk, out the door.
    But Rowe Trainer didn’t run from confrontation. She never
had. So with deliberate slowness, she unlocked the deadbolt on the door, turned
the knob and walked through the doorway. She closed the door behind her and
grinned when she heard him swear long and loud behind her.
    He might have had the last word, but she’d definitely won
this round. She could only hope the next time they met, she’d have Quinn close
to guard her. And that they’d be far away from a bed or a horizontal surface.
    What the hell had happened to her willpower? To her
self-restraint? Though Otra didn’t suffer from sexual disease, or pregnancy
unless specially prepared, Rowe had been way less than smart with Talson. The
stubborn male wouldn’t let this incident go.
    Why that thought excited her, she had no idea. She had her
hands full. She didn’t need the answers he’d wanted. Had he been playing her?
But if so, why let her tie him up and get the upper hand?
    His anger salved her ego, but it also worried the hell out
of her. She couldn’t let Talson find her again without protection. She couldn’t
ever afford to look weak at work or at home. A half-human among full-blooded
Otra had to be stronger, better and always appear confident.
    Few of her peers supported her presence among them, and none
of her elders liked her anywhere near Chartrell Shipping. But thanks to her
father and his ironclad will, none of them had a say in the company he’d
founded over two hundred years ago.
    At the thought, she hastened toward a waiting hovercraft,
paid the transport fee and sat back after programming her destination.
    Only as the craft revved in the direction of her apartment
did she let out a sigh of regret. Though he was the enemy, Talson had a body
that could contend with Quinn’s. Yet she’d never looked at her good friend and
bodyguard in the same way she’d seen Talson.
    “Val,” she murmured, not liking that she had to think of him
as Talson to distance herself. He’d made her feel so good with his mouth. That
strong tongue, licking her with a sensual skill rumored to exist in Otra warriors.
Her past boyfriends had been human. But she could now put the rumor to rest.
Especially about the size of an aroused warrior’s…sword.
    Mentally fanning herself, she increased the speed of the
conveyance and intended to bury this incident forever. Talson might fume, but
as long as she kept close to Quinn, she’d be fine, and no one would be the
wiser of what had really happened between them. No way Talson would ever admit
he’d been bested by a female, and a half-breed at that.
    Relieved yet disappointed that she’d never go through
another mess like this again, she sat back and came up with a decent story to
fool Quinn into believing she’d just needed some time to herself to regroup.
Bad enough Talson had