Falling For You (Love In All Seasons #2) - Frankie Love Page 0,30

I can’t help but to move my hands to cup her heart-shaped face. All I want to do is pull her against me and keep her away from the world at large.

She may be an opinionated heiress, but she’s also an innocent virgin. “Trust, me,” I tell her. “I’m doing this to protect you.”

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IT’S ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL THE VIRGIN GOES MISSING! By Trista Piper

ALERT:

Shortly after Luther Morris arrived at the iconic Landmark Hotel in Anchorage, Alaska, to share an intimate evening with soon-to-be deflowered Justine Van De Shire, sources began reporting that the virgin had gone missing.

Speculation is rampant at this point: just where is Justine?

The only hard fact we have at this moment is that she isn’t at the hotel where she was promised to be and the limousine set to bring her here has gone off the grid.

But the limousine driver has not.

Jack McHarbor, long time driver for hired-car company Sleek Motors, reported that he stopped at a gas station restroom on his way to the Convention Center where the auction was held, and when he left the men’s room, the limo was gone.

Has Justine had a simple case of cold feet or is something more sinister at play?

Chapter 6

Justine

“Protect?” I ask, my voice cracking with incredulity. “Protect me?” I look up at this man who, for a few minutes at least, seemed so sincere in the bar—a man with a body that could rip apart demons. His shoulders are broad and his eyes pierce my heart. With his hands on my cheeks, I feel so small—breakable. Like he could crush me.

But when I look in his eyes, I know he would not do that. His body may be a force to be reckoned with, but his eyes tell a different story. And while I don’t know why I am here, I know he isn’t intending to hurt me.

How could a man brushing away the tear falling down my cheek be a killer?

I swallow. Because even if I am swimming in his deep blue eyes in five seconds flat—I remember the hard truth.

He kidnapped me.

I push away from him, all the while knowing he is right. I can’t flee in the night, I have to wait until daylight. But even then, if I try to run he will follow. And I know with a physique like his, he could outrun me any day—not to mention I don’t know my way around this dense forest —which is his backyard.

I’m seriously fucked.

He doesn’t reach to pull me back in his grasp.

“You want to run away, fine, but you’ll die out there. You watched the road as we left town; you know how far civilization is.”

It’s true. I may be a fool for selling my virginity but I am not a complete idiot. The animals I auctioned my body to save are not just little bunnies and owls. This land is full of wild beasts and I don’t want to be anyone’s midnight snack.

The idea sends my mind to another place entirely. I was supposed to be someone’s midnight snack tonight—someone’s dessert. Someone who paid good money for me. Five million dollars for me.

“I shouldn’t be here. I should be at The Landmark. You ruined everything,” I sob. “And why?”

He runs his hand over his thick beard, raising an eyebrow at me. “I’ll tell you, but I’m fucking hungry. Are you?”

I make a sharp laugh. “You want to eat right now? How can you even be thinking about food?” I bite my bottom lip as he shrugs and turns from me toward the small kitchen. “Aren’t you going to lock me up in the closet or something? What kind of kidnapper are you?”

He pulls two bowls out from a cupboard and sets the table. Napkins, spoons, a loaf of bread in a basket. He doesn’t seem the least bit concerned about me fleeing the scene.

The cabin is one room, a twenty foot by twenty foot square box. I think his garage is bigger than his house. But it isn’t the creepy home of a serial killer. There is a worn leather couch and wood stacked in a tidy pile. There’s a well-stocked kitchen, fruit in a bowl and enamelware dishes on open shelving.

“I don’t lock up women,” he says gruffly, ladling something from a crock pot. It’s steaming hot, smells like stew, and my stomach growls.

I roll my eyes, walking toward the table, unable to help myself. It smells good. And