“Oh, and how am I doing that, senator?”
“Dorian.”
He prowled toward her. Unzipping his breeches, he pulled his cock from the folds of his boxers.
Lila smirked. “Oh, so—”
Dorian didn’t wait for her to finish her thought. He grabbed her thigh and lifted her leg, then thrust into her. His green eyes glowed. “You know very well what you’re doing to do me, and you’re doing it very well. Am I matching it?”
Before she could answer, he grabbed her ass and lifted her off the ground. Then he dove into her again. Her back smacked against the cold wall as he fucked her, but she didn’t care.
For now, at least, nothing in the world existed but Dorian and his stiff cock. Tristan, her mother, the assassin—everything dropped away from her mind. She wrapped her legs around Dorian, gasping as he thrust again and again.
She lifted her chin, coming in panting moans.
After his last thrust, he let her down, then took her mouth as roughly as he’d taken her body.
“Gods, you’re fun.” He chuckled, zipping up his breeches once more.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Have dinner with me.”
Lila fiddled with his collar. “When?”
“Tonight.”
Lila thought back to everything on her to-do list. Now that she knew her mother or another matron might be behind the Baron, she had a new point of investigation. She couldn’t spend her whole day and night working on the case, though. She had to eat sometime.
Besides, Dorian kept her mind off other things. Or, more correctly, other people. She refused to waste another tear or thought on Tristan DeLauncey. Dorian had been right about a lot of things. Being with someone who understood her and supported her was a relief. “Why don’t you join my family for dinner? I’m sure the chairwoman would enjoy meeting you.”
Dorian’s eyes crinkled. “I would love to have dinner with you,” he said, then leaned in toward her ear. “I’d love having dessert as well. And breakfast. I’ll sneak in a bottle of Sangre, and we’ll fuck all night long and on into the morning. You’ll have to shove me out of bed to get me to leave.”
He kissed her once more, then gathered up his coat and slipped out the door.
Lila finally tied her robe. On the way to the shower, she paused to turn on her desk computer. Her hand brushed the metal casing as she turned to leave.
The metal heated her skin.
She pressed her hand to the casing once more, mouth slack at the heat radiating from it.
Someone had been on her desktop.
How on earth had she not heard it?
Logging on quickly, she immediately pulled up her snoop programs and left them to their work. Her eyes strayed to her palm, still innocently perched in its slot above the speakers.
Snatching it up, she walked around the room, letting it search for novel signals. When she came to her silver coat of arms, the screen flashed red, digital needle waving.
She leaned over the sculpture, searching the back. A tiny audio bug hid behind a wolf’s head.
She frowned, leaving it where she found it, and continued on. La Roux had placed another bug behind her bedside table, another in her bathroom, and another underneath her desk.
Was La Roux listening? Was she on transcription mode while he tended to more important things?
Lila left the bugs alone and connected her palm and desk computer via a cable, letting the snoop programs evaluate the device. While they worked, Lila stepped into the bathtub. As the water poured over her, she smeared herself with a thick layer of apple-scented soap.
La Roux was the Baron after all. He’d fucked her merely to bug her bedroom and gain access to her computer. She’d been nothing more than a tool.