The divorced military queen awakens novel

509 Jealousy Sparks Weston stared down at the fallen model , his coldness almost palpable . " My girlfriend needs no protection from the likes of you ." Laura's voice cut through the tension like breaking glass . " Weston , what are you doing ? " She had just finished honoring the evening's award - winning employees and hurried over , only to find Harvey on the floor and Weston looming above him like a judge passing sentence . In a quick , graceful motion , she knelt beside Harvey . " Are you hurt ? Did Weston do something to you ?

" " N - No , not at all , " Harvey muttered , cheeks flaming . " I just ... I slipped , that's all ." Laura bent down and steadied Harvey as he winced and tried to rise . " Does it hurt where you landed ? " Her voice was as gentle as rain on fresh grass . " I've got some liniment in the car - old herbal stuff that takes the sting out fast . Give me a second , and I'll fetch it so you can rub a little on . " Behind her , a short , ice - cold laugh cracked the air . Weston's hand shot out , fingers closing around Laura's forearm .

In one violent tug , he dragged her so close she could feel the anger radiating off him . " Laura Wentworth , do I not exist to you ? " Watching her fuss over another man - right before his eyes - felt like broken glass grinding behind his rib cage . " What are you doing ? Let go ! " Laura twisted against his grip , shoulders straining . Her resistance only poured gasoline on the fire already roaring in his chest . Is that pretty - boy model really so important to her ? Has she fallen for him ? " So this is your plan , Laura ? You want to be with him ?

" Weston's voice dropped to a lethal whisper . " Forget it - it's never going to happen . " Laura blinked , utterly lost . What is he even talking about ? Before she could ask , Weston locked his grip and hauled her out of the hall , ignoring the startled eyes that followed them . " Hey , the event isn't over . I'm not leaving ! Stop pulling me , " she hissed , keeping her voice just above a whisper . The last thing she wanted was to yell and create a scene . Weston didn't loosen his hold for an instant .

He yanked her all the way down the concrete 1/3 ramp to the underground parking garage , the click of her heels echoing after them . " Weston , what in the world do you want ? " Laura demanded , breath hitching . He pinned her against the sleek door of his black sedan , one arm a steel bar across her shoulders . " What do I want ? No , Laura , what do you want ? You brought that pretty boy into your company because partying with him at the club wasn't enough ? Now you want to keep playing during office hours ? " " Pretty boy ? " Laura froze for a beat before realizing he meant Harvey .

" Harvey is an employee , nothing more . Show a little respect when you talk about him , " she snapped . " Respect ? " Weston laughed without any warmth . " First , you swear you won't two - time , and now look at you - claiming both me and that model at the same time ! " " Enough , Weston . Harvey is just a friend . He couldn't find the right job , so I offered him a position . End of story . " Laura was frustrated . " You really think I'm buying that ? " he asked coldly . " Believe whatever you want . " Laura's patience snapped ; she refused to explain further .

Besides , he's not even my real boyfriend . Why should I convince him of anything ? Her indifference stoked the blaze in his chest until it roared for air . Suddenly , Weston flung the rear door open and shoved her inside , heedless of her startled gasp . Before she could scramble upright , he climbed in after her , his frame covering hers like a storm cloud blotting out light . Bang ! The door slammed shut , sealing the two of them inside the car's dim , leather - scented cocoon . Pinned against the seat cushions , Laura found both wrists locked in his iron grip .

" If you want to play with men , isn't one of me enough ? " Weston's words dripped acid . " Tell me , does that pretty boy look better than I do ? Is his body that much more tempting ? " With his free hand , he tore the silk tie from his collar , then began popping each shirt button open , one by one , like he meant to prove the point with flesh and heat . 2/3 Laura froze , her eyes widening until the passing street - lights filled them like bursts of white fire . In the dim rear of the SUV , Weston shrugged off his jacket .

Button by button , he loosened his shirt until bronze skin and carved muscle gleamed beneath the tiny ceiling lamps . Incredibly . he caught her wrist and pressed her palm flat against the warm plateau of his abdomen , inviting her to trace the ridged power for herself . For a stunned heartbeat , she could only wonder if this bold seduction was really coming from the famously restrained Weston Windore . Weston continued pressing for answers . " Tell me , Laura . What is that little runway toy made of ? What does he have that I don't , to keep your eyes glued to him instead of me ? " " Uh ...

he's younger than you , " she blurted before sense could catch up with her tongue . The words landed like glass splintering . Weston's expression darkened , shadows swallowing the sharp planes of his face . Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland's breathtaking cold.