The Midnight Hour - Brenda Jackson [67]
She glanced back up and met his gaze. He wanted her. It was there for her to clearly see in his eyes that were filled with such intensity it nearly took her breath away.
"I think you should go on and take your shower. When you're finished we can see what information we can pull up on the computer about ASI. Maybe there's something that will give us a clue as to whether they're backing Cross or if he's working alone in this vendetta."
Drake nodded. "I'm sure you're probably hungry again right about now," he said, moving over to the dresser and pulling out clean clothes. "If you want, go ahead and order
room service. I want the biggest cheeseburger they have, all the way-but have them hold the onions. And I want French fries and lots of ketchup."
"All right." The thought of food eased some of her tension, but not all of it. Without saying anything she watched as Drake went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
CHAPTER 9
"Did you have to scare the poor man to death, Drake?"
Drake glanced up at Tori but didn't stop eating. The intimacy of them sitting at a table together in their hotel room was bad enough, not to mention how the glow of light from a nearby lamp accentuated her features. He could barely eat his meal, his nerves endings were tingling so bad.
"Drake?"
When she said his name again, he decided to respond. "What did I do?" he asked innocently.
Tori frowned knowing he knew exactly what he'd done. When the guy had wheeled the dining cart into the room, Drake had drilled him with a stare that would probably have made even the Terminator tremble. He had stood and watched the man's every move as he uncovered their meal, which included a chilled bottle of wine.
"I gave him a tip," Drake decided to add for good measure.
Evidently she didn't think there was anything good about it. She glared at him. "And he was almost too scared to take it."
Very subtly, the corners of Drake's mouth eased into a smile. "Yeah, I noticed that."
Tori leaned back against her chair frowning. "Do you take pride in putting the fear of God into people?"
He shrugged, seemingly not bothered by her question. "I'd rather put the fear of God in them before they have a chance to put it in me. Besides, something about him made me suspicious."
Tori lifted a brow. "What?"
"The way he was looking at you."
She raised her eyes to the ceiling before tilting her head to look at Drake. She wondered if jealousy and not suspicion had ruled his brain. The thought that he was actually jealous made her spirits soar although she didn't want them to.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing." She cleared her throat. After he had returned from taking his shower, it seemed the room had moved from being clouded with sexual tension to sexual frustration. They were beginning to nip at each other's every word and get on each other's nerves, when what they really wanted to do was to get on each other's bodies. The kiss they'd shared earlier hadn't helped matters and sitting across from each other, eating wasn't helping either.
She'd always thought that the way Drake ate his food was a total turn-on. He chewed his food the same way he made love: methodically slow, savoring every taste, enjoying the flavor. Then there was the way he licked his lips and she remembered how those same lips used to lick her. At one time she thought his mouth was lethal and should be ruled illegal. She shifted in her chair to ease the heat that had settled between her legs.
He was watching her and she was getting utterly turned °n by the look in his eyes. Again.
"Want some dessert?"
His question gave her pause. It wasn't what he'd asked; but how he'd asked it. Her breathing suddenly became shallow and she wondered if he could tell. By the darkening of his eyes, she knew that he could.
Tension was building up again and she was helpless to stop it. There was definitely a strong current flowing between them, making her