Dominated by Desire
Heather can't believe she is the only person on Earth who can protect Storm, the ambassador from Vespia. It has something to do with some pheromone the Vespian male exudes. Although everyone tells her she is immune, she doesn't agree. There is something about the man that makes her desire skyrocket whenever she is around him.
Storm finds Heather fascinating, like her bright violet eyes that hold a world of emotions in them. He's drawn to her, wanting her with a depth he never experienced before.
When she becomes the focal point of several kidnapping attempts, he realizes she's going to need his protection: the perfect excuse to get to know her better.
Heather stood next to her commander, going over everything she had learned about the Vespian society so far. He wanted to be sure she was ready for her next assignment. She found the idea of guarding the ambassador a bit boring but she'd done it before and it shouldn't be a long one. The man was only to be on Earth for a short period of time.
Her first glimpse of the Vespian ambassador caught her off guard. She wasn't sure what she expected but it wasn't seeing him coming in like some sort of rock star. Shirt missing, exposing tight, sculpted abs, along with well-muscled shoulders and arms. He was the stuff of most women's wet dreams and he dressed the part.
"That is the ambassador?" She couldn't keep the shock out of her voice. His jet black hair held a bit of a blue shine, and he kept running his fingers through the thick locks like he wanted to draw attention to it. He was tall too. Had to be over seven feet, even for her six foot three frame that was tall.
"I know it isn't what you expect but he is doing this for charity." Her commander's voice was laced with a touch of laughter. "From what I hear he was talked into this. They wanted him to be one of the dates for this auction but he refused."
All she could do was stare. The women surrounding him were practically throwing themselves at him, reaching to touch whatever they could. Giggles and groans filled the air as hands made contact with his muscled arms and legs.
How was she going to work with him now that she had seen this? She wasn't sure if she could, with this flashing in her mind all the time.
Those women who were able to touch him tried to pull him toward them but luckily he had anchored himself well, and had plenty of protection to keep them at bay. She was sure he reveled in the attention. He had a smile that could melt a polar ice cap.
"If it's all right with you, sir, I'll wait for this to end elsewhere." She didn't really want to see any more. If she was to treat him with any kind of professionalism it would be smart for her to find another place to wait inside the embassy.
"That's fine. This shouldn't take very long."
Heather turned around and climbed the steps to the large double doors. Her title of ice princess fit her well at this moment. Most women would enjoy watching this display but it just made her uncomfortable.
Unable to stop herself, she turned one last time to watch the spectacle and found him staring right at her. Everything disappeared during that moment. Nothing else existed but the two of them connecting through the throng of the crowd. The moment she realized she was starting to attract attention she broke eye contact and walked into the building.
What had just happened?
Her heart beat hard in her chest. No one ever affected her. That was one of the reasons she was brought in. Where all the other women had ended up sleeping with the man, she would be immune.
She needed something to calm herself down.
Meditation normally worked for her but she needed someplace quiet and empty. She found just about every room occupied. She nodded and smiled as she entered and then left different rooms.
Eventually she did find a quiet corridor. All she needed was a small alcove and a few minutes. She heard several sets of footsteps and sighed. Not this time. She turned back to find herself face to face with the ambassador with a small entourage.
Being this close to him set her body on fire. His gaze trapped her, heating her from the inside out. Training kept her from crumbling at his feet.
"Sorry, mistress, but this is the ambassador's wing. No one is allowed down it but him and his most trusted guards."
The man's voice was pleasant but she found she could look at anyone but the ambassador. She found herself drowning in his eyes. They were a golden tone with a deep amber ring around the edge. She had never seen anything like it.
Tearing her gaze from his, she blinked a couple times before she could focus on the man who spoke to her. "I am sorry. Guess I got a little lost."
"Of course." The man bowed to her. "One of these men will take you to your room."
"Thank you." She steadied herself and followed the man down the hall. It took every ounce of will power to not turn around to look at him again.
"And who is that?" Storm found the petite woman intriguing. She had such expressive eyes.
"She has been assigned to help you with the treaty."
"Really?" He looked over his shoulder to watch her turn the corner. "I thought this race decided I was too difficult to work with. Their women can't fight the pheromones I exude and the men all want to kill me. Didn't they say there was no one able to do this?"
"Yes sir, but she's been tested against your pheromones and fared better than anyone else. Plus she has security training to protect you and their humans. You know these humans have wanted one of their own with you from the beginning. It was a compromise that the elders approved."
"That little thing is going to protect me?" If the elders approved he wouldn't fight it but he couldn't see it. Besides, it would be interesting to see if she could do her job as well as they said.
"She comes highly recommended. One of the planet's best."
"We shall see."