ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ...ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇs,ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇ,sᴏᴏᴛʜᴇs,sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜᴇɴs,ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇs!
-ᴏɢɪɴᴏɴᴀᴄ
Lucian turned his attention to the feisty woman he had should protect. He intended to use his appeal to convice her back to England.
But she did not need to know that.
Scarlett Midwinter needed to know was that she would not be able to get rid of him.
"And at the moment, the only way I see of protecting you is to move in you," he lied.
"I'm moving in with you Scarlett."
The lass wrenched her arm free and stared at him in disbelief as if he were mad.
"You most certainly are not!" She yelled at him.
"And how do you intend to stop me darling?" He asked seductively as he stared at her red lips.
He could see it in her quickened breathing.
"I could kill you." She said in gritted teeth.
Lucian chuckled, truly amused in this pretty woman."But you have no way of knowing if I was sent by your dearly partner and killing a British agent is not a good way, Mademoiselle." He slowly leaned down and whispered in her, making sure to send the heat of his breath down her neck.
She shuddered and he knew it was not from the cold. He smirked then she resisted him.
"I work alone." She snapped at him, yanking the door of the apartment open and stepping in the dark hall.
Lucian followed and wrapped his arm around her small waist pulling their bodies closer. Making her gasp because of their closeness.
"Not anymore."