Free Dark Seduction by Cheyenne McCray Page A

they were in the car and he glanced at her. She bit the inside of her lip. That was exactly what she’d said to him when she first met him as Tori, and had invited him to her house. “Why don’t we go to your place?”
    “All right.” He smiled and turned his attention back to the road.
    A flutter went through her belly. She had no doubt that she was going to have him again. Although she wasn’t sure how she felt about that—being with him but not. Being Carla was temporary and he might just fall in love with her.
    What then happened to his interest in Tori?
    What the hell was she thinking? According to the agency that she worked for, he was the bad guy. She wasn’t going to have any kind of relationship with the man as Carla or Tori once this assignment was over with.

Chapter 9
    Tori knew from Carla’s memories that Logan’s home was spectacular. But memories didn’t do the real thing justice. Not at all.
    The foyer had a beautiful chandelier with dangling crystal teardrops. The crystals were so clear, so beautiful, that they glistened and glittered, sending fractured rainbow light on the warm taupe walls. Tiles imported from Italy covered the floor, a fact that Carla’s memories told her.
    They hung their coats in a closet in the foyer and then walked into a large, open room with high vaulted ceilings. The walls were all a light taupe color that warmed the room and the décor was rich and elegant yet masculine at the same time.
    According to Carla, he collected wind… Statues with hair blown behind them, carried by wind were around the room. Paintings of clouds moving in the wind with trees bent over from the power of the gusts. Photographs of weathervanes and modern windmills in motion added to his collection.
    She set her purse on a burgundy and forest green couch and stepped out of her heels so that her bare feet sank into the thick taupe Berber carpeting.
    He faced her, his eyes dark with desire. “Would you like a drink?”
    She’d had more than enough wine and she felt tipsy and warm. She reached up and gripped his collar in her hands. “I’m in the mood for something much stronger,” she murmured before she kissed him.
    He brought her into his embrace and returned her kiss. His taste was just as amazing as it had been the first time she’d kissed him—as Tori. She loved his wonderful masculine scent and the smell of his shaving cream and soap.
    She was wearing Carla’s favorite perfume and when he buried his face in her hair she knew he was drinking in the scent. Was he perhaps comparing Carla’s scent to Tori’s? Some perverse part of her hoped that he was.
    He kissed her again, more roughly this time. A thrill went through her belly and she wondered if it was going to be a night of good hard sex like they’d had two weeks ago.
    As they kissed she pushed aside his suit jacket and moved her hands up his muscled chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath her palms. He moved his hands down her thighs then pushed her short dress up so that his palms were on her silky black panties. He pulled her up tight against him so that she felt the power of his erection against her abdomen.
    Carla was taller than Tori so his body fit hers differently. His hands found her breasts and he cupped them and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples through the sequined dress, and she moaned. She might be in a different form, but her body was just as sensitive.
    “Come on.” His voice was husky as he drew away and he clasped her hand in his.
    He led her through the house until they reached his bedroom and he pushed open the double doors. It was a huge room with curtained floor-to-ceiling windows and a king-sized bed in the center. The room was done in burgundy and forest green with dark wood furniture. At least a dozen pillows were on the bed that had a burgundy comforter with a design created with rich gold thread.
    The lighting was dim, as if he’d expected to have her in his bedroom tonight. When they were