Jordan Summers - [Dead World 01] by Red (html) Page A

"You're big news." He gave her a
cursory glance. "And now I see why."
    Gina crossed her arms and glowered.
    "I take it this isn't a social call," he
added quickly.
    "No." She glanced around the tiny room, her
gaze landing on several of the lab assistants huddled in the
corner.
    Morgan followed her line of sight as it focused on the
small viewing screen highlighting Roark Montgomery. Today he
appeared to be pushing his plat-form on protecting the "blood purity"
of the human race. He tried not to listen to the politician spew his racist
venom about separating "true society" from the Others.
    "Turn that crap off," Morgan snapped,
glaring at the lab tech holding the remote.
    Gina flinched.
    A second later the screen dimmed and tense silence
permeated the room.
    "I guess I know who you'll be voting for come
election time."
    Morgan shot her a sharp glance. She couldn't possibly support that
monster. Yet, from the expression on her face, he knew she did. Something wasn't right.
    "Is there somewhere private we can talk?"
    Morgan paused, not sure what to make of this woman.   Finally,
he nodded toward the door. "We can speak in my office."
    He turned to leave. Her fingers curled around his bicep, sending warmth
rocketing through his blood. His heart slammed against his ribs. Her touch was so soft caressing— familiar. He tensed under her grip. A vision of
the erotic dream he'd had flashed in Mor gan's mind. It couldn't be. Yet
there was no mistaking his body's reaction.
    If she could do that with a
touch, what would hap pen when he spread
her beneath him'.'
    Morgan stilled. When had he decided he'd have her? Was
it when he'd heard that she'd entered town or
when he first laid eyes on her? He wasn't sure, but he had no doubt that
he would.
    "Before we go, is there
anything of interest in there I should
know about?" She pointed to the double doors leading to the dissecting
lab.
    Her question dashed his ardor and made him decidedly
uneasy. "No. why?"
    Gina rose to her toes and tried to look through the
scratched windows. What in the hell was she doing now? Morgan squared his body,
using his shoulders to block her view.
    "Are you sure?" she asked.
    If it wouldn't raise suspicion, he'd kick her cute ass out of town right now. Morgan quelled the
urge. "Not unless the tactical team is suddenly interested in
becoming involved with tracking the movements of the unknowns or our illegal
boundary-crossing problem."
    Gina bristled and slowly lowered her heels to the
ground. "We do our best to patrol the area."
    "Yeah, and we do the
rest," he said, before adding, "Follow
me."
     
     
    Morgan led Red out the door and into the street. She half expected
him to tell her to go to hell. She wouldn't have blamed him if
he had. She probably would've if their circumstances were reversed. 
    They walked past a couple of outfitting shops before reaching his
office. She barely glanced at the storefronts as they passed by. Her eyes had
zeroed in and refused to leave his perfectly compact ass.
    Morgan was a lean man with sinewy
muscles, but in no w ay skinny. His shock of dark
hair hung to his shoulders in wild disarray, a blatant disregard of
law-enforcement grooming standards. Red wondered what other rules he
ignored.
    "Gina, your heart rate is accelerating again and
the temperature of your skin is rising. Do you need assistance?"
Rita chimed.
    He glanced over his shoulder in time to catch her
staring at his ass, and arched a brow. His spun-gold-colored eyes glittered
with amusement. Their intensity sucked t he breath from her lungs.
    "Your palms are beginning to sweat and your nip -—" It took two tries for Red to hit the
right button and shut Rita off.
    "She's been malfunctioning lately," Red
lied, hoping that Morgan believed her.
    The look he gave her made Red
decidedly uncomfortable.   What was it
about the men in this town? She wasn't used to men looking at her that way. For that matter, she wasn't used to men noticing
her at all. Most couldn't see