“You shouldn’t have come out here unescorted.”
“I’m not alone,” Isabeau hastened to point out. “I’m here with Imelda’s grandfather and his personal protector.”
“An old man and his weak bodyguard? You think that’s enough to stop me from taking what I want?”
She sent a quick, furtive glance toward the forest to see if Jeremiah had a clear shot. He didn’t. Not unless he’d moved position. She moistened her lips. “I’m not ready.”
“But you’re close.” Ottila moved his head toward her, the slow freeze-frame motion of a large hunting cat, and inhaled her, taking her charismatic scent into his lungs. “Very close.” He reached out and ran his finger across her breast.
Her cat went insane, throwing herself forward, shrieking a protest, drowning out Isabeau’s fear and replacing it with rage. She leapt back, swinging at him, claws bursting, skin burning as stiletto claws burst through her fingers and raked his arm. No male leopard touched a female until she was ready, even she knew that.
“Keep your hands to yourself.” The claws were gone that quick, leaving her hands aching and feeling swollen.
Blood dripped down his arm. He looked at the claw marks and then smiled at her. “You marked me, Isabeau.” Deliberately he hissed her name with a possessive curl of his lip.
“You’re lucky I didn’t kill you for touching me,” she snapped. “You have no manners.”
“I’m leopard. Same as you.”
“And I’m protected. You touch me and even your boss will want you dead because my people will demand your head on a platter.”
“She’s only my boss as long as I want to work for her. And those men should know better than to let you wander around unprotected.” He reached for her belly, undeterred by the claw marks on his arm, settling his palm over her womb. “My child will grow here.”
She slapped his arm away a second time and retreated a couple of steps, trying to get out into the open, facing the trees where she was certain Jeremiah waited with his rifle.
13
“WHAT happened to your face?” Imelda asked as she caught up with Conner. He walked directly behind Philip as the man led the way to his private den. “You look as if you had a fight with a large cat.” Her voice shook with excitement. She reached out as she kept pace to touch one of the long scars.
Conner caught her wrist and pulled her hand down. “I did. A leopard.”
He felt her shiver. “Really? How frightening.”
He shrugged. “It happened. I’m alive.” He stepped in front of her, cutting her off before she could enter the room. “Wait here until I give the okay.”
Her eyes glittered. “I’m not used to taking orders.”
“Then your men aren’t doing their job,” he said and turned his back on her.
Philip held the door open and Conner went through, followed by Rio. Felipe and Leonardo stayed with Elijah and Marcos. Their movements were coordinated and efficient and no one spoke. Elijah and Marcos paid no attention, used to their team sweeping rooms. Imelda pressed her hand to her heaving breast.
“How long have you employed him?” she asked Marcos.
Marcos frowned. “Conner? Several years. He’s a good man. I knew his family.” Her leopards were nowhere close to smell the lie. Her security team had made their show and now, feeling comfortable in Philip’s house, they’d scattered throughout the rooms to let the crowd know she was an important person and they were keeping an eye on everything. She had one guard, and he wasn’t leopard.
Elijah glanced at Marcos, a little worried that both the rogue leopards were missing. Their primary concern should have been Imelda’s safety. They didn’t know Marcos or Elijah or their intentions.
“How long have you had your security?” Elijah asked.
Her lashes veiled her eyes. “About two years. They’re . . . exceptional.”
His eyebrows shot up. Marcos smirked. “Really?” Elijah said. “I don’t see them here where they should be, watching out for you. They wouldn’t stay in my employ for ten minutes.”
“Nor mine,” Marcos agreed.
Anger slithered over her face. She didn’t like being embarrassed and she could see the point both had made was valid. She glared at her guard and snapped her fingers. He immediately began to speak into the radio, telling the two rogues Imelda requested their presence immediately.
“They’ve gotten sloppy,” Elijah continued. “They should be on you every moment. Conner, or any one of these men, would never stand for being away from you, even if you wanted it. They would have made certain you signed a binding contract with them to that effect. If you refused, they wouldn’t take you on as a client.”