Free Selena's Men by Elle Boon Page B

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    Max couldn’t believe his eyes. She was his Fated. Selena was the dream girl and the one who completed him. He rolled her name around on his tongue. Selena Ramos… She was also the same woman who starred in his twin’s fantasies. Shit! Their dream woman and Selena were one and the same. Fucking Fates. They were probably up in the heavens laughing their asses off, he thought with a twist of his lips.
    He wanted to give them a double-handed, one-finger salute, but didn’t want to tempt them, and besides that was more Malcolm’s style than his. Shit!
    For thousands of years they’d searched. He’d actually begun to give up hope of finding her, what with the world coming to an end soon and all.
    The line of employees all took a collective step backward at his scowl, so Max did what he did best. He smiled and turned on the charm. “Welcome, ladies.”
    By the way Selena’s body reacted to his touch earlier she’d felt the power that flowed between them. Oh, she was good at hiding her reactions, but he was so in tune with her every breath, he would have felt her blink those amazing silver eyes without even looking at her.
    He kept his palm flattened on the bit of exposed skin of Selena’s stomach. The waiting throng of women still had a bit of fear etched on their faces, mixed with awe. “I apologize for keeping you waiting. Please, come inside.” He kept his expression warm and inviting.
    Selena welcomed each lady by name. He memorized their faces even as he probed their minds as they passed him, only able to relax as the last employee entered and no threat was found.
    “Thank you for letting them in, Your Highness,” Selena groused.
    He laughed. A full-bellied laugh that seemed to irritate her, if the way her shoulders went up along with the narrow-eyed look she gave him over her shoulder was any indication.
    She pulled away from his touch, her swaying hips in low-cut, tight fitted jeans with a top so small he could see her muscles flex. Damn, but the woman made him hard.
    Tamara watched him with an intensity that, if he’d been a lesser man, would have made him squirm. He met her with a stare that had her dropping her eyes to the gun she still hadn’t tucked away.
    It seemed like hours had passed, but in reality only moments had, from the time he’d felt a jealous rage at the embrace he caught Selena and her friend in. The other woman seemed to come to a conclusion before the group of ladies was close enough to see her or the big weapon. She tucked it in into her back where she’d had it, adjusting her shirt, and went over to the group.
    He still couldn’t believe how quick she had drawn the weapon.
    Not wanting to delay the one call he needed to make any longer, he walked over to the group. “I’m going to step outside and make a call. I’ll be right back.”
    The blush at his words that stole up Selena’s face made him want throw her over his shoulder, and to hell with what the other ladies thought.
    His brother’s phone rang several times. He was just getting ready to hang up when he heard Malcolm’s annoying voice.
    “Yo.”
    “When are you arriving in Kansas City?” Max asked without preamble.
    “I’m great. Terrific really, thanks so much for asking.”
    “Mal, shut the fuck up and answer the damn question.” Max growled.
    “Dude. What’s got your panties in a bunch?”
    Max sighed. He really didn’t have time for his brother’s shit. “Malcolm, really, when?”
    “Actually I was just getting ready to board. What’s going on?”
    “Couldn’t you just demat here?” Max cursed at the whine he heard in his own voice. “Never mind, just get your ass here.” He disconnected before Malcolm could say something to piss him off anymore. His world had been knocked off its axis while his brother was still completely oblivious for now. He scrubbed his hands through his hair, breathed deep, and tried to get his emotions under control before he started acting like a whipped boy.
    Max