Free Kiss Across Time (Kiss Across Time Series) by Tracy Cooper-Posey Page A

been arguing about, last night. She drew in a breath that seemed thick and hard to swallow. “What do you want me to do?”

    “We need you to speak to our queen.”

Chapter Seven
     
    The concrete canyons of the Los Angeles Financial District had never looked so foreign and yet so familiar to her. Taylor stared at them from behind the heavily filtered glass of the stretch limousine, her nervousness increasing. No one was paying much attention to the limo, for which she was grateful. Limousines were commonplace in downtown L.A.
    “No one can see you from the street, so relax,” Brody murmured, picking up her hand and kissing the knuckles. His lips tickled her flesh. He wore what she labeled his rock star disguise—the leather pants and black designer death metal shirt with heavy chains and hand-painted designs. It went with his long black hair and brooding Celtic looks but the tanned, healthy flesh and wide shoulders beneath the clothes did not. It was a good thing he was so tall, for it helped offset some of the width. He also wore a big pair of wraparound sunglasses.
    “Besides, you look like you belong inside this vehicle,” Veris said from the other side of the bench. He wore aviators with mirror lenses and the effect was disturbing. Of the pair of them, she had more trouble figuring what was going on inside Veris’ head. The glasses increased the effect. So did the black suit, black shirt and gray silk tie and black overcoat. He’d even tied his own collar-length blond locks at the back of his neck with a piece of leather. Veris’ careful attention to his attire impressed upon her that they really were going to meet royalty.
    That and their nervousness. The two of them had positively dithered over her appearance and preparations. A big flat white box and smaller boxes and parcels had arrived with the hotel bellboys along with the meal Brody had thoughtfully ordered for her. The pair of them had arranged for the delivery of clothes and accessories suitable for her to attend a queen.
    Taylor smoothed her hand over the lace covering her thigh. It didn’t cover very much of it…but that was what happened when men chose a dress for you. However, she had to admit that these two men seemed to know something about elegance.
    The dress was made of green stretch lace that almost exactly matched her eyes, with a high halter neck that looked like a polar neck cuff. The cuff was covered in white Swarovski crystals, attached in a waterfall of graduated sizes that looked like a necklace, that glittered as she moved and breathed. Beneath the cuff the dress split open to reveal her cleavage and the split swooped down to just above her waist. The dress hugged her figure, all the way down to her thighs, where it stopped short just below the top of her stockings.
    The back of her dress didn’t exist. It scooped out to just above her ass, leaving her back bare. It wasn’t possible to wear a bra with this dress but there were built-in cups, for which she was grateful, for her breasts were at least a C cup and she needed the support. In addition, there were separate, tight-fitting sleeves to go with the dress, that slid up her arms and flared out over her knuckles.
    They’d even ordered stiletto shoes to go with the dress—strappy sandals with ties around her ankles, also covered in crystals. There was a thick crystal-encrusted cuff to go around her wrist, that showed every time she lifted her arm and the flared sleeve fell back.
    One of the other boxes contained a replacement leather bustier and mini-skirt for the clothing Veris had ripped from her the night they’d met. Nothing was said by either man. The box just arrived with the others. Taylor smiled when she saw what was inside, and put the box aside.
    By the time she was fully dressed, with her make-up applied and her hair backcombed and sitting just right, Taylor felt sinfully sexy and incredibly elegant. She walked into the sitting room, feeling a touch nervous.