Free Midnight Alpha by Carole Mortimer

London at two o’clock in the morning. She is without a doubt the most irritating, infuriating—”
    “If you’re going through the casino you should take my jacket,” Nikolai offered. “You seem to have…misplaced yours,” he added pointedly.
    “Along with my wallet,” Gregori realized belatedly. “Damn it to hell!” He slapped the flat of his hand violently down on the desktop.
    “Want me to go after her?”
    “No.” He thought quickly. “Keep your jacket and go downstairs, tell Rick that Miss Miller isn’t feeling well and had to go home. I’ll go down and out the back way and find her,” he added grimly. “I’ll go in my own car.”
    “Take Jerome with you,” Nikolai called out sharply as Gregori strode impatiently to the door.
    It was what Gregori should do, what he needed to do, he just didn’t want any witnesses to his next conversation with Gaia Miller.

Chapter 6
    “I said get in the car, Miss Miller.”
    Gaia’s answer to Gregori’s impatiently repeated instruction was to increase her pace. Not that she would have stood any chance of out-walking or even out-running the powerful black car crawling along the road beside her.
    It looked like a make of an expensive sports car. She’d lived in London her whole life, where learning to drive had never been a priority, so she really didn’t know a lot about the make and model of cars. But it was exactly the sort of car she would have expected Gregori to drive: sleek, black, with tinted windows that didn’t allow onlookers to see inside the vehicle.
    Quite why he had decided to follow her she had no idea.
    In fact, she could think of only one reason for it, and that was to carry on where they had left off, and that really, really wasn’t going to happen.
    As it was, her panties had been too ripped for her to be able to wear them, and her fitted low-rise denims were chaffing in all the wrong places, causing even more discomfort to her still-sensitized flesh.
    When the car had first slowed and then kept pace with her, she’d thought she was being stalked. When the electrically operated window on the passenger side of the car had lowered, and she’d been able to see who was sitting behind the steering wheel, she’d known she was being stalked. By Gregori Markovic, of all people.
    “Go away!” She turned to glare at him. “I have nothing more I want to say to you right now.”
    “What if I have something I want to say to you?”
    She turned away, jaw set stubbornly. “I’m not interested in you or anything you might have to say.”
    Gregori would have liked to think he was over the madness of his desire for this woman, but if anything Gaia looked sexier than ever to him. Her hair was still loose about her shoulders, and she was wearing a pair of snug-fitting jeans and a cobalt blue sweater that clung to her shapely curves. Something his rapidly hardening cock appreciated even if he didn’t.
    He gave a resigned sigh at that physical reaction. That physical reaction was one of the things he hadn’t wanted Jerome to witness about this meeting with Gaia, which was why he hadn’t taken Nikolai’s advice and brought the other security guard with him. Besides which, there was room for only two people in his car. “What did you do with my jacket?”
    Gaia came to an abrupt halt beneath a street light, hands on her hips as she glared across the distance separating them. “Is that the reason you followed me? Because you thought I’d stolen your damned jacket? Don’t bother to answer that.” She threw her hands up in disgust. “I left your jacket in the staff room, along with my ripped shirt,” she added challengingly. “Who’s the woman in the photograph in your wallet, Gregori? Is she the woman you were cheating on tonight?” She eyed him scornfully.
    Gregori had brought the car to a halt when Gaia stopped walking, and he now rested his head on the backrest and closed his eyes, counting to ten as he sought desperately for that inner