Love don't live here anymore

CHAPTER 7

She loved her job. She loved the adrenalin of being in the field. Platinum would provide no challenges for her other than the growing attraction between her and Blake. Getting too close to Blake was trouble with a capital T. He was a threat to her independence. He was a threat to her resolve to remain single. And she would be a threat to his life. She knew how these scenarios always ended. No she had to stay far away from Blake Tresscott, unless she wanted him to become a statistic just like Brad.

'I can't,' she whispered and hurried away from his unnerving presence.

Over the next weeks she spent minimal time at Platinum. She was pleased that Blake had taken her seriously about the inadequate security. He had raised the wall to four meters. The tree had been cut down. He made a new rule that if ever the cameras went on the blink, four security officials had to immediately investigate and comb the premises for anything that looked untoward. She was also pleased that he had doubled his own security, but she would keep her additional team there for the duration of the week, and stand them down, when she knew the heat was off.

Two days earlier Samantha was in seventh heaven, as the sensation in her right wrist was restored. The muscles began to move and it felt steady again, but she still needed to be cautious, because it was not completely healed yet.

She had doubled up the physiotherapy sessions. She spent an additional hour every morning and evening working on restoring the strength to her right hand. She was itching to get behind the wheel, but Trent was being stubborn like an ox, insisting on driving her everywhere. It would be less strain if she drove her car, than the bike. Perhaps she could go for a short spin, with Trent in the passenger seat. Decisively she picked up the car keys and opened the front door.

'Where do you think you're going?' Blake demanded seeing the keys in her hand.

What is he doing here?

'Can I help you?' she grittered her teeth.

'Are you intending to drive Samantha?'

'Yes,' she mumbled.

He lifted her right wrist, raking his fingers up and down her wrist. She closed her eyes, it was sensual torture what he was doing, surely he knew the effect his mere touch had on her.

'The muscles are working again?' he questioned softly.

He could tell the nerves were working, they were responding like a moth to a flame to his caressing.

'Yes,' she stammered.

'So you think it's wise to start driving so soon?'

'I'm not going to put any strain on it, and I won't go far,' she spoke softly.

'I'll ride with you,' he offered.

She was so pleased that he was not trying to stop her, she flung her arms around his neck excitedly. And when she wisely or unwisely looked up, she found she was locked in an embrace with Blake. When his head lowered, her lips parted, and suddenly they were indulging in a heated, passionate embrace. She pressed into him, her palms caressing his shoulders and sliding down the length of his body, he wrapped his arms around her, releasing her hair from the band that held it together. His fingers caressed her and raked through her hair, he groaned huskily as he continued the long sensuous kiss. Samantha pulled away before things got out of hand. This can't go on. She can't make love with Blake. She needed to find a way to resist him, how she did not know.

'I'm going to inform Trent that we're taking a drive,' she whispered, trying to get out of his arms.

But he would not release her, holding her pinned in his arms, gazing into her eyes. She was sure he could feel her chest rising and falling unable to control her desire for him. He was placing soft feather light kisses on her lips, tormenting her endlessly. And when she pleaded with him to release her eventually, he let go. Trent insisted on following her on the bike. There is safety in numbers. Very carefully she reversed her car out of the garage. It felt good, in fact she felt no strain at all.