Underworld Lover (A Guardian Angel Romance #2) Read Free

confused. I was having a lot of sexual fantasies right then. I mean, it wasn’t anything I’d felt before. And besides, for all I knew, this guy was going to come after us. I mean, I’d told him everything—where we were going to go, the date, everything.” Felix frowned at the onset of tears gathering steam at the corners of his eyes.
    Josh saw how tormented the young angel was and knew Peter had done a good job there. He also knew Peter must have laced the pill with some Sexual Apricot, one of Josh’s favorite aphrodisiacs. Nice touch, you bastard. He had wanted to claim his new prize and have her primed and ready to go.
    “Did he show up?” Josh asked.
    “Don’t know. I sent her away. I never told her I was already feeling the influence of the pill. I made her leave, told her he was coming. That got to her. She was fucking scared out of her mind.” Felix hesitated. “She texted me when she got home. I hung on until I got that message. That was my last thought. I remember feeling good, just before the blackness. I felt like I finally did something I was proud of.” Felix took a long sigh and let the tears fall down his cheeks silently. Karl was mute as well.
    Josh was beginning to understand Peter’s issue with Felix. Peter was going for the girl. The virgin. He wanted to make her the virgin concubine of the Director of the Underworld. And Felix, stupid, clueless Felix, had foiled the director’s plans. And the only reason he was alive now was for one of two scenarios, or perhaps both: to be a spy on Josh, or to get the girl to change her mind.
    Josh handed Felix his drink and motioned for him to finish it off. He decided he liked Felix after all.

Chapter 2
     
    Director of the Underworld. Peter liked the ring to his new title, and he liked the inscription in Latin carved into his mahogany office door. He tapped perfectly manicured fingertips on the faded red file folder that was marred by what he figured was a coffee stain. The edges of the folder were frayed and dog-eared. Part had been exposed to sunlight while a rectangle in the lower left quadrant retained some of its original bright red color. The rectangle was about the size of a small magazine or paperback.
    Probably a graphic novel or comic book. He knew the former director couldn’t read, just like his predecessors. He planned on becoming acquainted with the rules of law. That’s how he’d learned how to vaporize, ending the monopoly one certain well-respected dark angel had over the horde of his new kingdom.
    The spotless obsidian desk he sat behind as he addressed his group of dark angels reflected the importance of his newly elected position. There wasn’t a fingerprint or smudge to be found—not the tiniest speck of dust or even a hint of a dead insect body part, no matter how microscopic. The highly buffed desktop contained only two items: the well-worn file folder and an “In” basket, made of solid silver, Peter’s favorite metal. It thrilled him to see the tray completely empty.
    Peter crossed his long legs, sheathed in black leather custom-tailored pants. He could still smell a hint of the animal the leather had come from—a rare breed of South American cattle raised purely for their buttery hides. He looked with pride at his black snakeskin loafers with the red diamond designs of the sacrificed serpent’s underbelly. Must have been a big one .
    He couldn’t help staring at the reflection of his face in the shiny desktop, mesmerized by how his dark hair and shiny black eyes contrasted to the cool pink tones of his skin. Even clean-shaven—and he liked to shave several times a day—he still had a dark shadow that covered his square jaw. He ran his hand over the fine sandpaper of his stiff blue-black stubble and lingered over his chin, then rubbed his finger up and down mindlessly, enjoying the feel of the dent. He flicked his gaze from himself to the red folder.
    On the tab of the red folder was written one name: Joshua Brandon.