Trust Me by Anna Wells Page B

quickly as possible. “Yes Alaina, all of the proceedings were
legal.  I practiced law for five years before joining the Bureau and I’m
still a member of the bar.  Of course I had some of the lawyers on staff
at the Bureau help me prepare for the case since it’s been a while since I've practiced. ” Donovan gave her a sardonic look, knowing that
his response would have done nothing to appease her wrath. Perversely, he was
enjoying her anger, he always felt excited when she lost control.  Her
breath would become rapid and her face would flush just as it was now. 
Right now all he wanted to do was kiss her, an urge that was probably a result
of his body's awareness of how close they had come to making love before they
were interrupted by the shooting.  Of course under the circumstances, he
didn't think she would be receptive any longer to his advances, at least not
for a while.
    Alaina couldn't believe what was becoming readily
apparent to her: the entire legal battle had been some type of undercover
investigation conducted by Donovan.  Another thought occurred to her.
“Donovan, you were following me that day when we met in the drugstore, weren't
you?  My God, how long have you been following me and
why?”
    “Yes, I was following you that day, but for your own
protection.  We were afraid that the OAS might strike out at you.”  A
twinge of guilt nagged at Donovan, for he knew his words weren't entirely
true.  The main reason he had been following her was because she was a
suspect, but he couldn't reveal that to her until she no longer was one.
    He made it all seem so matter of fact, but Alaina was
horrified at how long she might have been under surveillance completely without
her knowledge, “How long have you been watching me and how thorough has this
surveillance been?  Is my house bugged?  Have you been following me
every day?”
    Well he thought, he might as well tell her, she was
going to find out sooner or later anyway. “The Bureau has had you under
surveillance for several months. Your house isn't bugged, but your home and
office phones are both tapped.”  After making this revelation he waited
for her reaction, which he suspected would be nothing less than fury.
    Donovan's answers shouldn't have shocked her, she had suspected
as much but nevertheless they did.  The idea that all of her conversations
had been monitored for the past several months seemed unreal to her and her
privacy had been invaded so much she felt violated. 
    She looked at him with disbelief in her eyes. “This is
like some bad movie.   I can't believe you've been watching me for
months, manipulating me this whole time.  Was taking me to bed part of
your investigation, Agent Prentice?”
    Donovan winced at her accusation, but he had to be
honest with himself, he couldn't blame her for it.  If it were him, he
would ask the same question she had.
    “I don't expect you to believe me, but my wanting to
have sex with you had nothing to do with anything but us.  There's
something very powerful between us and despite my professional judgment to the
contrary, I haven't been able to ignore it and neither have you.”  That
was certainly the truth, Donovan thought even though he was guilty of deceiving
her in many other areas.
    “You're right, I don't believe it. I think the whole
thing has been all part of your little spy game.  So you can stop the
sexual manipulation right now or I'm going to slap the Bureau with a huge
harassment case.”  Alaina couldn't remember ever being so angry in her
life, however threatening the FBI with a lawsuit did succeed in making her feel
a bit better.  When in doubt litigate she always said.  The only
problem was that Donovan didn't look the least bit threatened.  She
suddenly became aware of their surroundings. They were still both sitting on
the floor in her front hall. 
    Taking a deep breath to calm herself she asked, “Is it
safe to get up now?”
    Donovan gave her a rueful