Jaimie: Fire and Ice (The Wilde Sisters 2)

“Where upstairs?”

Great. What did she do in her spare time, study feng shui?

“On the shelves in my dressing room.”

“Your dressing room.”

“Right. Just off my bedroom.”

“Your bedroom.”

What the hell was there an echo in here?

“Right. Upstairs, in the dressing room just off my bedroom. And while we’re up there, you can undress. Get out of those clothes and into—”

She pulled her hand free of his so fast that her nails raked his palm. Then she undid the sash of the robe, yanked the thing from her shoulders, and tossed it in the general direction of a chair.

“Goodbye, Mr. Castelianos.”

Zach blinked as she hoisted the suitcase masquerading as a shoulder bag and slung it over her arm.

“What a

re you doing?”

“Thank you for your hospitality.”

“For my…”

She marched past him. He could hear her wet shoes squishing against the Brazilian rosewood floor. Frowning, he replayed the conversation. Crap! He’d said all the magic words. Bedroom. Undress. Get out of those clothes.

“Hey,” he said, going after her, “look, whatever you’re thinking… What I said came out wrong.”

Jaimie kept moving, even though she couldn’t see too far ahead of her. It was getting darker and darker as night settled over the lightless city.

What he’d said had come out wrong?

Like hell it had.

Oof!

She’d walked into something. A table? She felt her way across its surface. A table. Yes. Hadn’t there been a table on the wall next to the elevator? People said your eyes adapted to the absence of light. Really? Because if this was all the adaptation hers were going to make, she was in deep trouble.

But not as much trouble as if she went upstairs with Zacharias Castelianos.

What he’d said had come out exactly as he’d meant it.

OK. Perhaps not.

He might have been talking about the fact that she was wet. And cold. Well, yes. She was, but what did it matter?

He’d been bent on seduction, right before the lights went out.

That smile. Those words. That sexy voice, that sexy body, that spectacular face.

If she stayed here, anything might happen. Anything.

And there was only one way to be sure that nothing did, because as it was, this was turning into the most confused night of her life.