Free Seductively: Playing for Hearts Book 2 (Crimson Romance) by Debra Kayn Page B

situation last night. If I give Nomora what they want, I’m done with them. They’ll leave me alone. That’s half the battle. Only the women remain, and with you being seen with me every day it’s getting easier.”
    “Doesn’t it bother you that every man will go around smelling like you?” She couldn’t help snorting.
    “Is that funny?”
    “The world will end. Women everywhere will otherwise be occupied, chasing after all men. No one will be able to work with all the wild monkey sex going on.” She laughed, and continued. “It’ll be the downfall of society as we know it.”
    “Roles would be reversed.” Dominic rubbed his hand along his jaw. “I’ll be left alone.”
    “I doubt that.” She lowered her gaze to his bare feet. Ugh, even his toes were sexy. “You just won’t have as many women after you, because their interests will be divided.”
    “Not yours though.”
    She shook her head. “Nope.”
    “Diana — ” The doorbell rang.
    He stood. “Shit. He’s early.”
    “I’ll get the door. You get dressed.” She walked over and took his mug. When he hesitated, she leaned in and pushed him with her shoulder. “At least go put on a shirt in case they sent a woman to the house. It’s too early for me to defend your virtue.”
    The Nomora representative who walked through the door came with a satchel of supplies he got right down to business setting up. Diana watched from the kitchen, frowning. He looked like a weasel.
    Short, scrawny with a bald spot growing at each temple, his glasses hung on a too small nose. Ironically enough, he said his name was Phil. Phil Ratt, with two t’s.
    Sample bottles lined the table, along with tweezers, giant sized Q-tips, scissors, and a sponge. Her gaze swung to Dominic. He appeared ill, standing off to the side.
    This was wrong in so many ways. For Dominic to have to sink to this level to find peace in his life was unfair. What happened to human compassion and morality?
    “First thing we’ll need to do, Mr. Chekovsky, is have you exercise to work up a sweat. I’ll need two milligrams before we move on to the next sample.” Mr. Ratt held what appeared to look like paper towels in his hands.
    Dominic rubbed the back of his neck. “I can’t run around the block without my security team.”
    “Understandable.” Mr. Ratt motioned through the archway into the living room. “You could do calisthenics until we gather enough perspiration.”
    “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” Diana stepped toward Dominic.
    He shook his head. “It’s okay. The faster I get this over with, the sooner we can forget he was even here.”
    Following Dominic and Mr. Ratt into the living room, she leaned against the wall out of the way. Dominic sighed and began doing jumping jacks rather reluctantly. He kept his gaze straight ahead, not looking at her or Mr. Ratt. She clenched her teeth together.
    It might not bother Dominic for Nomora to use his body for science … or cologne, but it left a bad smell in the room. Her job was to help him find answers, but this felt wrong.
    After five minutes, Mr. Ratt suggested Dominic try doing a different exercise to speed up his body heat. Dominic stopped jumping, sat down on the floor, and stretched out, pulling himself into a sit up. Over and over without gasping for breath or groaning. She squinted, studying his face. He appeared no worse for wear. Not a flush on his cheeks or spot of perspiration from his forehead from all the exercise.
    If someone asked her to do ten minutes of exercise, she would’ve perspired and collapsed on the floor. She was more a yoga girl, and believed meditation and stretching were good for the soul and balance in her life.
    She glanced at the clock above the fireplace. How long would he have to exercise to break a sweat?
    Mr. Ratt glanced at his watch, turned his head, and said, “He’s in rather good shape, isn’t he?”
    “He’s a Shark.” She pulled her shoulders back. “No one is better at hockey