Blind Faith (7 page)

Audrey’s breath hitched, and Nate turned to study her calm composure. The innocent girl he’d known

had learned to mask her feelings too well. She obviously knew what was happening under the table, and

for some reason, it bothered her.

An odd sadness filled him. When they’d first met, she’d held nothing back from him. Every thought,

every feeling, every fear had lived freely on her expressive face. As tough as she’d become, the vulnerable

and fragile woman inside still lived, and he ached with the need to see her safe enough to return.

But she wasn’t his to save, and she wasn’t his to protect—and never would be. That truth clawed

through him with sharp blades.

Once again, he wondered if he should’ve taken her with him five years ago whether she liked it or not.

At least she wouldn’t have been caught in the explosion. Nor would she have learned how to mask her

emotions so well. Maybe there was more of her mother in her than he’d feared, because without his

abilities, he’d have no clue she was even affected right now.

He tore his gaze away and turned toward Lilith. Tall and willowy, the accountant had a sharpness to her

that would’ve impressed him had she not been trying to commit fraud. The red designer suit she wore

hugged a too-thin body. “What points would you like to discuss?” he asked.

She pursed ruby-tinted lips. “The property taxes are a nice place to start. We’d like them waived.”

Audrey leaned forward, her voice level but her heart racing. “On page three of your report, you’ll see a

list of the counties that will forgo property taxes and can compare their requirements to see which ones you

prefer.”

Nate compared the two women. Audrey’s nicely rounded form filled out her understated blue suit in a

way that made him salivate. Even now, with so much time and distance between them, he wanted her,

which did nothing but irritate him. “So you’ve bribed the county officials already?”

Sparks lit her blue eyes. “No. Individual counties can waive such taxes because jobs will be created by

the company that will help the local economy. I’d assumed you would’ve known that, Mr. McGovern.” She

lifted her chin in challenge.

Damn, he’d love to meet that challenge. “I understand.” His special abilities gave him the edge he

needed, and it was time to use them. He turned toward the senator. “Are we getting funded or not?”

The senator tapped one file folder, his gaze remaining steady. “I haven’t decided who to recommend

yet.”

Lie. Definite lie.
The politician’s heart rate sped up, and tiny facial muscles twitched. While the senator

lied with skill, Nathan detected lies with hard-earned experience. Nate glanced at Audrey, who stared

intently at him.

Yeah, she knew his skill.

She also knew he’d figured out the senator was lying. The smile that lifted Nathan’s lips held a warning.

From the widening of her eyes, she read it correctly.

“Well now”—Nathan leaned forward—“I think we can start negotiating so you do decide who to

recommend.”

At that point, his wildcat flashed him a smile that held more menace than a panther eyeing dinner.

His cock instantly flared to life.

Challenge lit her eyes in a way that heated every nerve in his body. “Yes, let’s start,” she said.

Two hours later, Nate sat back in his chair, more impressed than ever with the blue-eyed, sick-tongued

woman who’d once held his heart. “You drive a tough bargain.”

The senator stretched his neck. “Audrey’s the best.”

Yes, she was. Enjoyment had illuminated her face during the entire talk, and Nate wondered if it was the

nature of politics or the challenge of sparring with him that had brought her to life. While watching her the

last week without her knowledge, he hadn’t seen nearly the passion on her face for her job as he had in the

last two hours.

Years ago, not once in their time together had Audrey expressed an interest in either politics or

lobbying. In fact, she’d wanted to work with young kids, hadn’t she?

The door opened, and a slightly graying head poked in. “Sorry to interrupt. Audrey, do you have a

minute?”

Ernie Rastus, the senator’s chief of staff, was thinner than Nate had expected from the background files

he’d dug up.

Audrey excused herself and left the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

That quickly, the fun of negotiating disappeared. Nate kept one ear on the conversation between Lilith

and the senator, while listening intently to another conversation in the hallway. Had Audrey forgotten about

his enhanced senses? Or did she not care if he eavesdropped on her conversation?

“How’s the meeting going?” Ernie Rastus asked.

“Okay. This McGovern fellow isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed,” Audrey said dryly.

Laughter rippled through Nate, and he coughed into his hand to disguise it from the members in the

conference room. The brat remembered his enhanced hearing just fine.

“In fact, he spent more time flirting with the senator than dealing with numbers.” Pure glee filled

Audrey’s voice in the hallway.

Ernie snorted. “With the senator?”

“Yes. At one point, when the senator complimented him, McGovern actually purred.” Audrey chuckled,

and even through the closed doorway, the sound sprang Nate’s cock to life. He’d show her
purring
.

“So much for you charming him,” Ernie said, a smile in his voice.

“Oh, I don’t know”—Audrey’s voice lowered—“I bet I could still have McGovern eating out of my

hand. He seems rather… simple.”

Nate bit his lip to keep from smiling, considering the senator and Lilith had started arguing about state

taxes. He’d love to eat out of Audrey’s hand. Or navel.

Ernie cleared his throat. “So long as we get the money, I don’t care what a moron TechnoZyn’s lobbyist

is.”

Did that jackass call him a moron? Nate crossed his arms.

“Right, Nate?” Lilith asked, forcing Nate’s attention back to the conference room.

“Absolutely,” he answered automatically, his main focus still on the conversation outside the room.

Lilith nodded and launched into another argument.

Outside, Ernie sighed. “I had a decent meeting with Darian Hannah. He said Red Force is willing to fight

hard for the Senate military funding.”

Audrey breathed out. “Isn’t everybody?”

“Good point,” Ernie said.

Who was Red Force? Nate pretended interest in Lilith’s tirade and tilted his head to better hear the

outside conversation. His gut rebelled. Audrey really was in place to obtain funding for the commander

from the U.S. government through the senator’s subcommittee. Nate had always feared that her pathological

need to find some sort of connection with her mother would lead her into trouble.

Even so, the thought that the gentle woman he’d once fallen for would align herself with such a monster

tilted Nate’s world. His head pounded, and a stone dropped into his gut. How could he have been so wrong

about her?

The sound of somebody patting somebody’s arm reached Nate’s ears.

“So, I guess maybe I’ll go flirt with McGovern to help out?” Ernie asked with a chuckle.

Audrey laughed. “I think you’re too nice for him. Seems like a guy who likes to take it rough.”

Oh, she did not just say that. Nate pretended to purse his lips in thought to keep from smiling again.

Ernie snorted. “One of those guys who likes the feel of a whip, like that group who demonstrated

outside last year? Remember? They had whips, leather, and some odd contraptions I’d never seen before,

and they chanted something about freedom of expression.”

“Definitely. That McGovern is a
bottom
, without question. Probably has a monstrous dom named

Bubba who spanks him nightly.” Audrey coughed delicately.

That was it. He’d never been able to refuse a gauntlet once it had been thrown down. Nate stood slowly.

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment, Senator. Where’s the restroom?”

“Go left when you leave the room, and you won’t miss it,” the senator said, his gaze remaining on

Lilith. “As I was saying, when you pay property taxes, you fund schools, roads, and land development.”

“But, Senator—” Lilith started.

Nate opened the door, gratified when Audrey’s eyes widened. He held out a hand to Ernie and shut the

door behind him. “Jason McGovern.”

“Ernie Rastus.” The man’s fingers were long, tapered, and calloused. His dossier noted he liked to build

rocking chairs as a hobby.

Nate made sure to squeeze a bit too tightly. “Mr. Rastus, do you mind if I have a word with Miss

Madison, here? We were in the middle of a conversation last night when I had to leave, and I’d like to

finish up.”

Ernie frowned, curiosity in his eyes. “All right. I’ll catch up with you later, Audrey.” He hastened down

the hallway, his gaze on the papers in his hands.

“What are you doing?” Audrey hissed. “We can’t know each other.”

“Dom named Bubba?” Nate asked, raising one eyebrow.

Audrey snorted. “You shouldn’t eavesdrop.”

He stepped into her. “And you shouldn’t challenge me by using words like
dom
,
rough
, and
spank
.” His

voice lowered to the tone of gravel in a cement mixer, and anger rushed through him at the blatant danger

she’d sought with the commander and politics. How could he be so pissed at her for aligning with the

commander and yet want her naked and bent over a table with a desire that pushed everything else to the

side?

She blinked, her pupils dilating.

Layers upon layers upon layers. Nate lowered his face, keeping her gaze. He reached out and fingered a

strand of her hair, shoving the fury down. “Or was that an invitation to explore a little bit? I never did

spank you.” Frankly, he’d love to make sure every time she sat down for the next week she thought a little

harder about consequences. Her current path with the commander would get her killed. “Bare hand or belt,

baby?”

She swallowed, pink flushing across her fine cheekbones. Desire glimmered in her luminous eyes, and

she tried to blink it away.

Oh yeah. They hadn’t had nearly enough time together.

“Knock it off, Nate,” she hissed, slapping his hand. “Stop playing games.”

He kept his hold on her hair, allowing the natural dominance he’d been born with to reflect in his smile.

“You started the game. Too late to set the rules.”

“There are no rules,” she muttered.

“Exactly.” Heat filtered through him in response to the rapid pounding of a small vein in her neck. More

than ever, he’d kill to have her writhing beneath him, his name on her lips.

Memories assailed him, and he exhaled through the desperate need to taste her.

Footsteps penetrated through the heartbeat roaring between his ears, and Nate stepped back, releasing

her hair. Two secretaries walked by behind them and kept on going.

They once again had the hallway to themselves.

Audrey cleared her throat. “Enough, Nate.”

He lifted a shoulder while his brain bellowed for him to get the hell away from her before he broke

cover. “Maybe not. We’ll see.” Raised voices echoed from the conference room, and he filed the sound into

the nothingness he used to keep from hearing too much and going crazy. “Why do you work here? You

don’t like politics.”

“I have a job to do.” Her chin tilted at a stubborn angle that made him want to take a bite.

“No.” His gaze dropped to her lips—so pink and ready for him. “You wanted to go back to school,

maybe get a master’s, and work in early childhood development. Work with little kids. What happened?”

“Life happened, and I grew up.” Her gaze shuttered. “Now, if you’re done playing with me, we really

should get back to the meeting.”

Playing with her?
Nate inhaled her natural gardenia scent. “Ah, baby, I’m just getting started.”

Chapter 5

After the disastrous meeting with Nathan, a luncheon with the senator, and three more meetings with

special interest groups, Audrey wanted to head home for a hot bath and a stiff drink. The drive home took

longer than usual because of traffic, and she finally sighed in relief when she walked into her quiet

apartment in Virginia, rain dripping from her coat and umbrella.

She’d been unable to spot the men tailing her, but she felt their presence. These two or three were so

much better than the last couple at disguising themselves. When would they make a move against her?

The door closed silently behind her, and she jumped. Turning, she took in the man lounging against the

heavy oak. The scent of wild male filled her feminine apartment. “You have a death wish,” she muttered.

Nathan lifted an eyebrow, muscled arms crossed. “You going to kill me?”

The man had no clue how tempting the thought suddenly became. “No, but I’m being watched, and

maybe they’re waiting for you to show up.” She slipped her arms out of her coat. Lying to him kept her on

full alert, while the guilt of doing so leavened her limbs.

“I saw the two men watching you,” Nate said, rolling his eyes.