Reckless (Benson Security 1)

“Dimitri? What are you doing here?” She looked around as though she’d only just figured out she was in bed and he was in her room. “Why are you in my room? Where’s my bedding? Can’t you knock?”

Yeah, she was waking up alright.

“I did knock. You sleep like the dead. Now get up. Get dressed. We’ve got work to do.”

Her eyes found the clock on the shelf beside her bed. He spotted the second the time registered, as every muscle in her body went tense.

“It’s five o’clock!” It was a screech. “In the morning!”

“I’m partnered with Einstein,” Dimitri muttered.

“Oh, hell, no.” Megan scrambled up onto her hands and knees and crawled across the bed towards him.

The sight made all the blood in Dimitri’s body rush south and for a second he thought he actually saw stars. She was perfect. All curves and lean limbs. All smooth, smooth skin and lushly swaying hips. His hands tingled with the need to touch her. His mouth watered at the sight of her coming towards him and thought fled. Suddenly, he couldn’t remember why he was there and he really didn’t care. His little brain had taken over. And his little brain didn’t want to train. Nope. It didn’t want Megan out of bed. Bed is exactly where his little brain wanted to keep the woman. Poss

ibly for eternity.

He shook his head as she reached over the edge of the bed, grasped the bedding on the floor and yanked it back up onto the bed. With an adorable scowl, she wrapped herself in it like the filling in a burrito. Then with a sigh, she burrowed down, closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

What the hell?

The way she was wrapped up tight in the bedding made it impossible to snatch it away from her again. He thought about fetching a glass of water to chuck at her head. Then he had a better idea. With a wicked grin he bent, picked up the tightly wrapped woman and slung her over his shoulder.

“What are you doing? Put me down, right now!”

She wriggled and shifted, but she couldn’t fight back—her arms were wrapped up tight in her blankets.

“I told you to get up, Buff. One way or another you’re waking up and we’re gonna train.”

“Let go of me. I mean it. You are going to regret this. Put me back in bed right now. Are you listening to me? This is your last warning.”

Dimitri ignored her as he set off down the hallway, pushing at doors to see which one held the bathroom. Ah, there it was. He caught sight of movement out of the corner of his eye and looked over to find Julia staring at them.

“Got any coffee, Julia?”

She nodded, her mouth hanging open.

“Great, I’ll grab a cup while Megan takes a shower.”

He knew his grin was evil. He felt it. And he didn’t care. With a wink to Julia, he stepped into the tiny bathroom—all the while ignoring Megan’s litany of orders and curses.

The showerhead was above the bath. Perfect. He turned the water on to cold and then dumped the writhing bundle into the bath under the spray.

There was thrashing, swearing and screaming as Megan struggled to get free. At last, soaked, she stood on her sodden bedding and turned off the water. Her hair was plastered to her face and her clothing had turned into a second skin. One look at her lush breasts told him the water had indeed been very cold.

“I am going to kill you,” she snapped at him. “Dead. Stone cold dead.” She pointed at him. “If you don’t have a will, write one now. You’re going to need it.”

With a laugh, Dimitri turned his back and headed for coffee. Just before he closed the door, a bar of soap flew past his head.

“Ten minutes,” he shouted at her. “Then I’m coming in to get you.”

“Was that really necessary?” Julia asked as he walked into the kitchen.

She was dressed for the day in a shapeless navy dress that came to her ankles. He’d been wrong, she did own other colours. Her honey coloured hair was tied tight in a bun at the back of her head and her wide rimmed glasses were perched on her nose. She looked like a cute little owl librarian.

“Nope.” He reached for the coffee pot. “It’s wasn’t necessary, but it sure was fun.”

He really hoped Megan found the shower to be perfectly adequate because in ten minutes time they were heading out—whether she was ready or not. He watched Julia shake her head as she walked out of the apartment. Dimitri sipped his coffee as he kept an eye on the hallway leading to the bathroom. He wouldn’t put it past the woman to try to sneak back into bed—with or without her bedding.