Free CLOSE TO YOU: Enhanced (Lost Hearts) by Christina Dodd

security. In fact, if it were anyone else, he would have said this scare was just what she needed.
                  But he had liked her the way she was. He had wanted her the way she was.
                  Now, damn it, he wanted her more—and she was a client. Teague needed to remember that. She was a client.
                  She pulled out her notebook and flipped it open. Pen in hand, she asked, "Where's your security center located?"
                  He put his hand over hers. "Some things we're not going to mention on television. Let's at least make the terrorists work for their information."
                  "Right." She put the notebook away and joined him in the elevator to the second floor. "Don't worry, keeping information back makes the piece even more intriguing to the public. When I'm done with you, you'll be a huge hit."
                  He looked down at her. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her he didn't care one damned bit, but then she'd ask why he was doing this, and he wasn't about to admit he'd allowed his gonads to issue directives to his brain. Women, for some reason, didn't understand. "I direct security for the capitol. You're the capitol reporter. This'll be good for the company, so I put myself in your hands."
                  She smiled. She seemed to liked that. He supposed it gave her some sense of power over a life that had suddenly careened out of control.
                  To Teague, she looked an adolescent boy's version of Snow White, with pale skin, baby-soft cheeks, a plush, sensual, mouth, and black hair that curled around her face. She didn't flaunt her body, covering it in somber colors that played down her trim figure. Compared to the women he usually dated, expensive women who loved the challenge of dating a dangerous man, she was quiet, professional, and unassuming.
                  But Kate was nicely built, with breasts big enough to fit in the cup of his hands, a narrow waist, and hips that swayed when she walked. Her shapely legs made him
    long to see more. There was no art to her stride; she didn't make each movement an enticement, but just because she seemed unaware of the clean, smooth motion didn't mean it wasn't sexy.
                  "Here we are." He stopped in front of the reinforced metal door. With a hand on the electronic palm scanner, he identified himself, typed in a code, and the lock popped open. As they walked in, he announced, "I've brought a little excitement into your dull lives."
                  Four people faced them, three males and a female, as well as a bank of monitors and blinking lights.
                  Kate walked in without hesitation. "How do you do? I'm Kate Montgomery from KTTV. I'm here to do a news report on your boss."
                  "Hey, hey, hey. The boss is going to be a star!" Chun was Teague's team leader from California, a single, handsome, twenty-eight-year-old Asian American who talked fast and liked to remind people he'd graduated summa cum laude from Stanford.
    Teague liked to remind him his major had been art.
                  "I can hear the headline now. 'Super Security Keeps Senators Safe!' " Rolf was Teague's technology geek, a big blond German from North Dakota.
                  Big Bob was fifty-four, Texan to the bone, happily married with three kids and two grandkids, and he guffawed and offered up a high five.
                  "Nice alliteration, Rolf. You ought to look for work making up headlines."
                  Gemma was a petite beauty with beautiful black skin.
                  "There's a computer program for alliteration. I wrote it." Rolf grinned.
                  Gemma rolled her doe-like brown eyes.
                  The hilarity and teasing took Kate aback, but not Teague. In this