Free The Virgin Sex Queen by Angela Verdenius

him
justice yesterday, showing his body in all its glory. Or nearly all
its glory.
    The lights on
top of the cop car swirled to life, the siren cutting through the
air as the car pulled out in front of the traffic. Alan gave her a
quick wave as they shot past and then the traffic coming in behind
took them from sight.
    Sitting there,
she was more than aware of her pulse beating a lot quicker than it
normally did, and it had nothing to do with nerves.
    And it sure as
hell had nothing to do with Alan. She turned the key in the
ignition. That particular ‘chick magnet’ could in no way affect her
pulse. Ever.
    However, she
now knew what a man’s lips felt like against her palm. Pulling the
notepad from her handbag, she started jotting.
    She spent the
day revisiting a few places she’d known, as well as a couple of
other bookstores just for the sheer pleasure it gave her to see her
books on the racks. No one recognised her and she was free to
browse and eventually buy some new books. A trip to the supermarket
for a shopping expedition so she could add to the food supply at
Sam’s home, as well as to buy a few extra items she needed, and a
stop off at the beach front to sit and sip a Diet Coke while
enjoying watching the sea gulls walk up to her car to eye her in
anticipation of her tossing out some food. Even though she had
nothing to give them, they continued to sit nearby, keeping their
gazes on her car until something caught their attention further
along the beach, sending them up into the air squawking and
wheeling away to investigate what was probably a food source of
some kind.
    When she
returned home in the late afternoon, she saw that Sam’s keys and
wallet were carelessly tossed on the kitchen bench, a bowl and cup
resting in the sink. He was obviously home and asleep.
    After quietly
bringing inside the bags of groceries, she walked along the hallway
to his bedroom. The door was wide open and a peek in revealed a
shock of sandy hair sticking up above the covers. The doona was
thrown back, the only thing covering him a thin sheet out of which
one muscular, bare leg protruded. The big foot attached twitched as
SJ sat up from where he’d been slumped against Sam’s thigh. Clearly
not impressed at having his nap disturbed, the ginger cat eyed
Sophie narrowly.
    Reaching in,
she took hold of the door handle and carefully started to close the
door.
    “Don’t do
that,” a voice murmured right behind her.
    Sophie jumped
violently, her mouth opening involuntarily to scream in fright.
Faster than she could think, a hand clamped over her mouth, an arm
wrapped around her waist and she was dragged backwards into the
middle of the hallway where she couldn’t grasp anything to make a
noise to alert her cousin. The arm around her waist tightened as
she struggled.
    “Ssshh, Soph.
It’s me.” The words were hissed against her ear.
    Now she
registered the presence behind her, his voice familiar, and
relieved, she stilled.
    “You arse!” she
hissed back over her shoulder as soon as Alan’s hand shifted from
her mouth.
    “Oh, not nice.”
Arm still around her waist, Alan proceeded to tow her backwards
down the hallway.
    “Will you let
me go?” She stumbled, falling back against him.
    Give the man
credit, he didn’t grunt or stumble in turn. Instead, he moved so
that his arm was still around her waist but now she was snugged up
against his side, and he steered her effortlessly into the kitchen
before releasing her.
    “What the hell
did you scare me like that for?” Sophie demanded angrily.
    “I scared you?”
Arms folded across his chest, Alan leaned back against the table
and raised one eyebrow at her.
    “I thought some
creep had entered and was going to do me in!” Heart only just now
beginning to slow down, Sophie braced her hands on her hips. “What
did you do that for?”
    “Sam wakes up
as soon as you close his bedroom door.” Alan shrugged. “He sleeps
better when you move around normally - not loudly, you