Chapter 9: Détente – part 4
The evening had been all Jake’s. The tyke had earned it with Shane all but living at the lab while Harris searched for the thief’s identity. He and Jake had gone to the zoo, had cheeseburgers and fries for dinner, ice cream for dessert, then burned off a few of those calories playing basketball.
Comfortable on the couch with his son’s warm body sprawled in his lap, Shane nearly fell asleep along with Jake. His son had stayed awake for the first half of “The Emperor’s New Groove” before sleep claimed him. Shane gratefully switched off the TV and DVR with a thought. However funny and entertaining he found the movie, the twentieth viewing was pushing his limits.
Shane picked up the two year-old and carried him into his bedroom. Thankfully he’d thought to have Jake brush his teeth and change into his favorite fire engine pajamas before starting the movie.
Jake didn’t quite wake up when Shane tucked him into bed. Sleep well, buddy.
“Uh-huh,” Jake murmured. ‘Night, Daddy.
Hearing his son call him “Daddy” filled him with a happy pride. Shane closed the bedroom door behind him with a smile on his face.
Following his own advice, Shane changed out of his T-shirt and jeans into pajama pants and got ready for bed. He studied his reflection as he brushed his teeth. Thanks to daily workouts his muscle tone was coming back. Although he had work he could do on his personal computer, Shane decided to indulge and veg in front of the TV for a while.
He was sprawled on the couch and halfway through an episode of “Extreme Engineering” when the doorbell rang. Shane sat up and frowned at the door. No one other than Jake, Ashlynn, Jake’s nannies, or Harris visited him. He reached out mentally and was surprised to sense Harris.
Shane almost went to the bedroom get a shirt, but thought better of it. He cloaked himself in his alien calm before opening the door, and thank god he had. The red satin of Harris’ spaghetti strap top clung to her breasts. Tight jeans showed off her hips and legs. He was vaguely aware of painted toenails and of tousled curls touching her shoulders, but mostly her delicious curves.
Shane’s libido crashed through the emotionless void. Squeezing his eyes shut, he struggled to rein in his body’s response. Harris’ throaty chuckle didn’t help any. “I’d ask about a banana,” she smirked, “but I don’t see any pockets. Guess you’re happy to see me.”
“Part of me is,” Shane managed as he got himself under control. Giving in and dragging the woman in by her hair was tempting, but too dangerous. He had to protect himself so he could protect Jake.
After double checking his mental shields, Shane opened his eyes. Harris looked like a dark-skinned Aphrodite. His heart sped up, but at least his dick behaved. “The base, primal part that reacts to a female in heat. Did you drop by to say hi on your way to the brothel?”
Addison shrugged off the insult. She was too busy gloating over the wanker’s reaction. For this visit she’d deliberately selected an informal but sensual look. There was no doubt that the prat wanted her, at least physically.
“I’m disappointed, Myers. That’s a bit high school, even for you.” Addison returned his smirk, settling into a slouch with her hands in her back pockets. As expected, the posture shifted his attention to all the right places. She moved closer, invading his personal space and not allowing her eyes to skim over his bare chest. “I do have plans tonight,” she lied. “I stopped by as a courtesy.” I have something you want.
Lust crashed into Addison as Myers’ hand grabbed her arm. She was so surprised that she didn’t fight back. Instead they stared at each other with dilated eyes. A heartbeat later Addison came to her senses and jerked free.
Good, Myers said, further surprising Addison. He stepped back and motioned for her to enter. Because I have something that you want. His blatant ogling put the double entendre over the top.
Donning her ice queen facade, Addison entered, inwardly cursing the overgrown teenager and her own libidinous reaction to him. “Grow up, Myers.” Determined to keep the upper hand, she walked to the couch and sat down. Feeling Myers’ eyes on her restored some of her equilibrium. Did you want it or not?
The prat tensed his lean muscle as he moved to the couch. Of course I do. He sat beside her and leaned back, flexing his abs.
Addison forced her eyes from Myers’ bloody attractive body to his face. His smirk helped her resolve. The wisps of ardor that snuck through her wavering shields didn’t. The insufferable wanker was doing it on purpose! What does he expect? For me to beg for it? For him? No bleeding way.
After taking a calming breath, Addison stood and reached into her front jeans pocket. She pulled out an inch-long plastic case containing a memory chip. Myers’ gaze shifted from her ass to her hand. Here you are. Then she let the flat plastic box slip from her fingers. It landed at the bastard’s feet.
Myers leaned forward, but Addison was quicker. She knelt and snatched up the case, then gazed at him through her eyelashes. It’s encrypted, she informed him with a sweet smile.