Charlie's Angel by Aurora Rose Lynn Page A

glinting in the sunlight before it vanished. It didn’t reappear. Had it been his imagination?
    Roxie was walking closer, a small smile of delight hovering on her lips. Apparently, she was oblivious to the danger she was in.
    Should he make his presence known or should he wait? If Rowter was behind her, had he known all along where she lived? Why hadn’t he acted when he’d been alone with Roxie, when he had the chance? Or would Rowter make his move in a public place to get attention for his heinous act?
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    Roxie had spent a restless night, alternately tossing and turning and listening for unfamiliar sounds before she’d fallen asleep and dreamed wicked daydreams about Charlie. Sixty-nine sounded so right, her tongue lapping at the tip of his cock and its pearly drop of moisture. Next, she’d be riding him with her hair flying out in a stiff breeze, then she’d be pinned under him, moaning as his huge shaft filled her until he could no more. As morning light came, the dreams had left her sweating and her mind saturated with erotic images. If Charlie had been anywhere near, she’d have jumped him.
    But he wasn’t, and she was determined as she set out for work, that he was part of her past. Yet, it didn’t hurt to satisfy her fantasy longing for him, did it? The cathedral bells were ringing, and although it would make her late for work, she stopped to listen, to admire the sound as it permeated the air. She’d miss this part of her day when she moved to another city, but what choice did she have? None, that she could see.
    The aroma of baking bread and pastries surrounded her. The alley lay in dark grayness. For some inexplicable reason, her heart began to race as she remembered the discomfort of perhaps being watched. No one knew she was in L.A. She passed through a heavily shadowed area and jumped when a cardboard box in a leaning garbage pile thudded onto the ground.
    It’s only a box, silly. It’s not out to get you.
    Yet, the uneasiness and frayed nerves persisted. Maybe she shouldn’t have used the alley to get to work, but what if Charlie was waiting for her in the diner? What would she do?
    He was the most glorious male she’d ever seen, and his lovemaking had been beyond what she’d ever experienced.
    Roxie drew in a deep breath. She’d enjoy sex with him again.
    Elizabeth Audrey! You know you can’t. He might find out who you are, and he might report your whereabouts to your father. You know how connected most people are. They can’t keep a secret.
    She heard the faintest tap of a shoe sole hitting the ground ever so softly. Had it come from behind her? Whirling around, she saw nothing. Far away, the labored grinding of a large truck interrupted the heavy silence. Determined to get to the diner and safety there, she straightened her shoulders and smashed into Charlie’s broad chest. She hadn’t noticed him since his muscle shirt was black and his legs were hidden behind a plastic container. The few lines on his handsome face were etched with worry, and his trademark scent, a hint of lemon, wafted by her.
    “You’re coming with me,” he told her in an urgent, husky voice. His hand snaked out and seized her wrist.
    “I most certainly will not!” she replied, outraged that he could waylay her and demand she go off into the blue yonder with him. She had half a mind to hit him with her duffel bag but restrained herself.
    “Listen, Roxie. I know who you really are. Do you want to come with me or do you want your father to find you first?”
    That was sure a hell of a choice he was giving. His statement and question alarmed her, and her knees began to tremble with fear.
    Charlie’s hand tightened around her small bone. She clutched her duffel bag in white-knuckled fingers.
    “That’s blackmail,” she whispered in dismay. Had the sex been that good that he wanted more and was willing to do anything to get it?
    He edged her into deeper shadows. “Listen. I don’t want anyone else to know