Free The Dark-Hunters by Sherrilyn Kenyon Page A

private rooms and gardens.
    “You know better,” Grace said. “I don’t have a lawyer hubby who supports me. Besides, I don’t think Julian wants to hang around the house by himself all day. I’m sure he would like to get out and see the city.”
    “I’d rather stay here with you,” he said.
    Because what he really wanted to do was see her writhing beneath him again, feel her slick body sliding down the length of his shaft as he made her scream out in ecstasy.
    Grace met his gaze and he saw the hunger that flickered in the light gray depths of her eyes. In that instant, he knew her game. She was going in to work to avoid being around him.
    Well, sooner or later she’d be back.
    Then she would be his.
    And once she surrendered to him, he was going to show her just what kind of stamina and passion a Spartan-trained Macedonian soldier was capable of.

C HAPTER 5
    The morning seemed to drag by as Grace went through the usual round of clients. No matter how hard she tried to focus on them and their problems, she just couldn’t quite succeed.
    Over and over, she kept seeing deep, tawny skin and searing blue eyes.
    And that smile …
    How she wished Julian had never smiled at her. His smile could definitely be her undoing.
    “… so then I said, Dave, look, if you want to borrow my clothes, fine. But leave off my expensive designer dresses ’cause when you look better in them than I do, then I just want to give them to the Salvation Army. So, was I right, Doc?”
    Grace looked up from her pad where she was doodling pictures of stick men holding spears.
    “What, Rachel?” she asked the patient who sat in the armchair across from her.
    Rachel was an elegantly dressed photographer. “Was I right to tell Dave to leave off my clothes? I mean, damn, it’s pretty bad when your boyfriend looks better in your clothes than you do, right?”
    Grace nodded. “Absolutely. They’re your clothes and you shouldn’t have to lock them up.”
    “See, I knew it! That’s what I told him. But does he listen? No. He can call himself Davida all he wants to, and tell me he’s a woman in a man’s body, but when it comes down to it all, he still listens to me like my ex-husband did. I swear…”
    Grace inadvertently checked her watch again. Her hour with Rachel was almost up.
    “You know, Rachel,” she said, cutting her patient off before Rachel could begin her routine spiel about men and their annoying habits. “Perhaps we should hold on to this until our Monday session with Dave?”
    Rachel nodded. “Will do. But remind me on Monday that I need to talk to you about Chico.”
    “Chico?”
    “The Chihuahua that lives next door. I swear that dog is giving me the eye.”
    Grace frowned. Surely Rachel wasn’t implying what she thought she was. “The eye?”
    “You know. The eye. He may look like a pooch, but that dog has sex on his mind. Every time I walk by, he looks up my skirt. And you don’t want to know what he did to my running shoes. The dog is a pervert.”
    “Okay,” Grace said, cutting her off again. She was beginning to suspect there was nothing she could do for Rachel and her obsession that all males in the world were dying to possess her. “We will definitely cover the Chihuahua’s infatuation with you.”
    “Thanks, Doc. You’re the best.” Rachel grabbed her bag off the floor and headed out the door.
    Grace rubbed her brow as Rachel’s words rang in her head. A Chihuahua? Jeez!
    Poor Rachel. Surely there was some way to help that poor woman.
    Then again, it would be infinitely better to have a Chihuahua looking up her skirt with lust than a Greek love-slave.
    “Oh, Lanie,” Grace breathed, “how do I let you get me into these things?”
    Before she could contemplate that further, her intercom buzzed.
    “Yes, Lisa?”
    “Your eleven o’clock canceled, and while you were seeing Ms. Thibideaux, your friend Selena Laurens called six dozen times, and I am neither exaggerating nor kidding. She left a