Free Seducing the Heiress by Martha Kennerson Page A

her partner has an idea of who took the book and if it’s not returned by midnight or some explanation is provided as to what happened to it, all hell would break loose.”
    Robert’s frown deepened. “You made yourself a target?”
    â€œ No , I made Alexia’s non-existent partner a target.”
    Robert pushed out a breath. “What is it with you Blake women? Always putting yourselves in danger! You have no idea what this guy might do if he thinks you’re coming after him.”
    â€œThat’s the point. We need him to be off-guard...to make a mistake. We both know I can take care of myself and you’ll be there to back me up. Right?” she asked, giving him a sexy smile.
    Robert tried not to be distracted, but his body had other ideas. “I’ll always have your back,” he said, leaning forward, stopping inches from her face. “No matter what.”
    Robert saw the gratitude and a glimpse of something else in Farrah’s eyes before she looked away, biting her bottom lip again.
    He sat back in the seat, gripping his hands at his sides.
    * * *
    Farrah released a slow breath and sent up a silent thank-you that Robert hadn’t seemed to notice just how much his closeness affected her. “Look, all we need is for whoever this person is to show up. I’m sure, between the two of us, we can convince him to share whatever information he may have,” she declared.
    â€œYou think so?”
    â€œAbsolutely.”
    The limo came to a stop in front of the Ambassador Theatre. The line of theatergoers wrapped around the building. The limo door opened and they were ushered past the waiting, nattily dressed crowd into the lobby. The ornate surroundings stopped Farrah in her tracks. The white-and-gold walls showcased expensive midcentury paintings, while the barrel-vaulted and dome ceiling held large crystal and gold chandeliers, and the layers of crown molding spoke to the age of the building. From a time when elegance, glamour and grace were the norm; it was as though they’d been transported into the richness of the past.
    â€œMy goodness, this place is beautiful,” Farrah gushed with delight as she slowly spun around while keeping her focus on the ceiling’s detail. She didn’t even notice the people staring or dodging the twirls, trying to prevent collisions.
    â€œCareful, you don’t want to get too dizzy,” Robert warned, laughing and offering apologetic smiles to those trying to move past her.
    Too late, I seem to stay dizzy around you. “No worries, I know my limits.” Farrah stopped, beaming up at him.
    â€œDon’t I know it,” he murmured, and there was a world of meaning in those few words.
    Robert walked slowly toward Farrah and stood in front of her before giving her a slow, sexy grin. He’s going to kiss me... I can’t let him kiss me...but I want him to.
    Robert leaned forward slightly before he bent down to retrieve the wrap that had fallen to the ground. He straightened, handed it to her and took a step back.
    Such an idiot. Thank goodness he’s not a mind reader. “Thank you,” Farrah said, trying to hide her disappointment.
    Robert gave her a tight smile and a slow nod. “So how long is this thing anyway?”
    â€œAbout two and half hours with a twenty-minute intermission.”
    â€œTwo hours,” he grumbled.
    â€œYou’ll be fine,” she said, eyeing the looks of admiration from a couple of women standing a short distance from where they stood. She couldn’t blame them. Robert was a beautiful sight to see in his tux.
    A tall, leggy attendant appeared by her side and said, “Excuse me...if you’d please follow me, I’ll show you to your seats.”
    Robert stepped aside. “After you.”
    Farrah followed behind the attendant to one of four private box seats. The attendant pushed back the thick gold curtain where two plush red velvet seats sat