Love don't live here anymore

CHAPTER 5

'Samantha you are one enigmatic woman,' Blake complimented, as he drove her back to Scotland Yard.

'Because you saw me beat up two guys?' she quipped.

He could not keep his eyes of her, and with effort dragged his eyes back to the road.

'So we're all set to head back to South Africa tonight?' she changed the subject.

'The jet's refueled and waiting, we can leave when you say the word,' he replied.

'It should take me half an hour to wrap up the paperwork, I will leave instructions for the diamond to be deposited back at the bank by Peter, is that okay?'

Blake nodded assent.

'Thank you again for loaning it to me.'

'Glad to be of service anyway I can,' he teased seductively.

Samantha ignored the suggestive come on, instead she casually lifted her mobile and called Peter, informing him, she was returning to South Africa that evening.  He wanted them to have dinner, but she declined, she hated laborious farewells.

They had begun their journey back home.  Samantha lounged on the fashionable recliner and contemplated the working relationship between her and Blake.  Things had definitely altered between them.  Could they go back to the way things were before they had made love. And it was not wham bam thank you ma'am sex. She knew they had made love.  It was beautiful, magical and out of this world. But she could not have a relationship with Blake, not while Tobias was on the run.  Nobody close to her was safe.  And when Tobias was locked up again, it will be another criminal that will prevent her from having a relationship. She could never be free to love anybody, unless the world was rid of crime, and that was never going to happen.  She closed her eyes.  She'd hardly slept last night. She remembered it was past two in the morning when she was still chatting to Blake before she dozed off, and then he carried her to her bed, and it was well more than hour later when she eventually got some sleep, but then some three hours later she had gotten up and went for a run, actually more like a ten kilometer sprint .

'Samantha,' she felt a warm hand caress her face, and a soothing voice call out to her.

She opened her eyes to see Blake on his knees in front of her, his face so close to hers, he was whispering something about dinner.

'I thought I told you not to sneak up on me,' she murmured, her sleepy eyes trained on his lips so close to hers.

'I'm in front of you, not behind you,' he grinned.

She smiled.   He had beautiful eyes when he was making mischief, she noted.

'Will you have dinner with me?' he requested, his fingers traced a path down her throat, touching that nerve that pulsed enchantingly on her throat.

Ah yes, he does not like to dine alone!

Samantha gazed into his eyes.  He was a handsome man was Blake Tresscott. Gorgeous expressive eyes, skin beautiful and smooth to the touch.  She remembered from the last time she touched him.  She did not find many men attractive without a shirt on, but Blake Tresscott looked damn irresistible with his shirt off.  Blake brought his head closer, his lips brushed hers softly. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel those sexy lips against hers. He kissed her one more time, his lips gently caressing against hers. Samantha leaned forward, her palm cupping his face, her lips parted and their tongues became entwined. She reached forward, angling her head, experimentally sampling the delightful kiss.

'Samantha there is a suite at our disposal,' Blake whispered hoarsely.

She pulled away. She shouldn't do this.  She should not lead him on that way. There was definitely an attraction between them, she just had to find a way to kill it.  She could not again go through what she had to after Brad, if another man had to be gunned down because of her__.