Sabrina paced the small corridor outside the laboratory. The nurse told her it would only take a few minutes for the technician to run the blood test, but that was nearly half an hour ago. She looked down the hall as the door at the end opened and a uniformed officer stepped through. Silently, she rolled her eyes. The last thing she wanted was to have to make light conversation with a strange man who was ordered to watch her every move.She looked through the glass window and into the sterile lab beyond, sighing heavily at the three workers who seemed to ignore her. She knew there were other patients who needed results as well, but surely her test shouldn’t take this long. Then her nerves began to jump. What if something was wrong? What if she wasn’t pregnant? What else could it have been?“You’re looking very healthy for a dead woman, darling,” the man said as he stepped to her side.“Andre,” she gasped with a start, turning to look into his face shadowed by the Policeman’s cap. Wit
Creighton left his sister’s side once Peter arrived, allowing the two sweethearts the chance to speak with their parents uninterrupted. He knew they needed time to explain her pregnancy and discuss how they planned on proceeding from this point. He found the nurse Sabrina had spoken with when they arrived sitting behind a large counter in the middle of the hallway. The computer screen in front of her distracted her attention and she didn’t see Creighton step up to the counter. It was the audible gasp from the young nurse behind her that had her turning around to see the handsome man.“Excuse me,” he said in a flawless flow of French. “You were helping my sister a short time ago. She was getting some testing done.”“Oui,” the woman said, blushing softly. “I took her to the laboratory. Take the lift down two floors and it’s to the right.”“Merci,” he said with his typical heart-melting smile. He was far from a fool, and he knew how women responded to his looks. In a way, it was very f
Creighton felt the urge to hit something hard and firm as he cradled his sister in his strong embrace. Over the past twenty-four hours, he had nearly lost both his sisters, one of his future brothers-in-laws, and the head of his security team. All at the hands of the man who lay dead behind him. If he hadn’t been there to witness the events, he would have thought it was impossible. Yet here he was, watching as the moments rolled out in front of him like a movie on a screen. Two orderlies rushed down the hallway toward him, a nurse behind them and a gurney between them. He easily lifted Sabrina to the white sheet and stepped aside as she was whisked away, accompanied by Renard. Creighton slipped his hand into his pants pocket as the Policemen bent across Andre’s lifeless body. Silently, he began cursing to himself. He was getting damn tired of this shit. Every time he thought he had a handle on his life, something came along and tried to rip it apart. It was as if every crazy person
“She’ll be happy to know she’s had such an influence on you,” he said with a wide smile, then left the room with Andrew and Derek, allowing the two lovers to be alone with Emma and the nurse.“Are you sure you’re alright?” her mother asked, gently brushing her cheek with her knuckles.“I’m sure. Why don’t you go see Irena? She probably needs you more than I do right now. I think I’m just going to take a nap. I’m exhausted.”“Good, you need some sleep. Both of you,” Emma said turning to look at Giovanni and smiling at the half grin she received. She could easily see why her daughter loved this boy so much. Not only was he handsome, he was kind and loving, and he made Sabrina happy. A mother couldn’t ask for better.“I’ll check back in on you before we go to the flat. If you need anything, you call us, understand?”“Yes, Mum,” she smiled and accepted the kiss her mother gave her, then watched as she kissed Giovanni on the cheek and left the room.With a heavy sigh, Sabrina laid her hea
Sandra lounged beneath the scented water, her hair piled on the top of her head, soft jazz music playing over the speaker of her old iPod and a glass of organic orange juice on the tub’s rim. They had arrived at the hotel shortly after eleven that morning, where Creighton left her to attend to some work at the office. She decided to enjoy the time alone and filled the bath with hot water then lavishly enjoyed a homemade facial. The past several weeks had brought one event after another and she found herself lost in the turmoil. It had only been three weeks since Andre Marez tried to kill Sabrina. The family had stepped in to help take care of Olivia, Giovanni’s young daughter, while her father recovered from a gunshot wound Sabrina’s ex-fiancé had given him, and Creighton kept his private plane on standby for Peter, who traveled between England and France. Irena was on the road to recovery but was still in the hospital, though her injuries were mending quite well. She was going throu
Sandra frowned when he climbed across the edge of the soaker-style tub and reached for the towel.“Up, wench,” he ordered with a wicked grin. “I am in the mood to play with you and I don’t want to do it in a tub filled with smelly oil.”“But it’s made me soft and slippery,” she smiled as she stood up.“And I am going to take advantage of that fact, but not in here. I want you spread out across that large bed so I can tease the hell out of you.”“Only tease?” she asked as she allowed him to wrap the soft towel around her.“Tease, play, shag. Once I start there won’t be any stopping until it’s time for supper.”“In that case,” she smiled, raising her arms in the same manner their daughter did when she wanted her daddy to lift her up in his strong embrace. “Please proceed.” Creighton laughed as he bent over and lifted her legs off the ground then turned and carried her into the bedroom portion of the four-room suite. He laid her gently to the bed before stretching out next to her, his l
“More?” he asked again.“Yes, damn it,” she snapped, listening to his deep chuckle.Moving the wand down her torso, he paused momentarily to play with the jewel in her navel before continuing to the spot he knew she was eager to have played with. Tracing his initials across her body, he smiled, knowing the anticipation of where he would touch next was driving her crazy.“Please,” she whimpered, and he looked up into her flushed face.“What do you want, Sandra?” he asked in a low husky voice.“I want to cum,” she begged.“Do you want it hard?”“Yes. Now. Please.”Creighton tossed the crop aside and turned the speed up on the wand then pressed it against her clitoris. Almost immediately, she cried out, her hips raising slightly off the bed as she tried to writhe against his touch. Her orgasm was deep and urgent, and she knew he was prolonging it deliberately. Gently, he reached down beneath the wand’s ball and opened her labia wider, smiling as she screamed her continued release. She t
Irena sat in the small wheelchair waiting impatiently for the therapist to come and get her. One more day in this place before she would be able to go home where she would not have someone coming in to check on her every fifteen minutes to see if she was alright. God, what she wouldn’t give for a burger and a good night’s sleep, she thought, tapping her fingers on the side of the chair.The sounds of phones ringing in the hall echoed through the quiet room making the wait seem that much longer. The squeaking sound of rubber soled shoes on the tiled floors was like nails on a chalkboard. The cart that brought the patients their meals had a horrible rubbing sound as it limped its way down the corridors. With a disgruntled sigh she reached for her cane next to the bedside table and pushed the door closed. Perhaps a few moments of peace would help calm her irritation.Slowly, she closed her eyes, trying not to surrender to the quiet. The last thing she needed right now was to fall asleep.