Chapter 240
Harrison's cheeks burned scarlet as she bit down hard.
Nathaniel jerked back with a sharp hiss. She gasped for air, her delicate lashes fluttering like trapped butterflies. The vulnerability in her expression was almost painful to witness.
His hand shot out, gripping her chin with bruising force. "Harrison," his voice dropped to a dangerous growl, "you're testing my patience. Bite me again and Gabrielle stays in jail. Understood?"
The unspoken threat hung heavy between them.
She met his steel-gray eyes, hesitation flickering before she whispered, "Understood."
Nathaniel reached for the condom on the seat.
Suddenly, Harrison shoved him back with surprising strength. "Why should you be the only one undressing me?" Her fingers flew to his suit buttons. "I want to undress you too."
The buttons resisted her frantic attempts. With a frustrated noise, she yanked at the fabric.
Nathaniel's head thumped against the headrest. "Easy," he groaned, catching her wrists. "These are custom-made. I don't keep spare suits in the car."
Defeated by the stubborn buttons, Harrison slid her hands beneath his jacket instead. Her fingers traced the hard planes of his abdomen through the thin dress shirt.
Nathaniel's breath hitched. Heat pooled low in his gut as her touch burned through him.
He hauled her against his chest. "Someone's impatient tonight." Harrison's blush deepened, but she remained silent.
His mouth crashed down on hers with possessive hunger.
This time, Harrison didn't resist. Instead, her fingers inched toward the hidden needle at her waist - aiming for his pressure point.
She never stood a chance.
Nathaniel's hand clamped around her wrist like a steel trap. "What's this?" His voice turned deadly quiet.
Damn. Caught again.
Every attempt to catch him off guard ended the same way.
The man had military reflexes honed by years of combat. Surprising him was impossible.
Nathaniel's gaze dropped to the needle. His face darkened as he wrenched it from her grasp.
"Give that back!" Harrison lunged for it.
His blood ran cold. He'd seen this needle before.
In that dream.
That impossibly vivid dream where Harrison had lain beneath him, this same needle in her hand. The memory slammed into him with startling clarity.
Nathaniel tossed the needle onto the floor mat, realization dawning.
He'd always dismissed it as just a dream. But now the evidence sat before him - tangible and real.
A terrifying possibility took root in his mind.
What if that night had been real? What if the woman in his arms had truly been Harrison?
Before he could pursue the thought, a phone shattered the tense silence.
Rosalind's name flashed on the screen.
"Harrison! It worked!" Rosalind's excited voice filled the car. "Just like you predicted - Daphne recanted her statement! Gabrielle's been released!"
Relief washed over Harrison. She'd done it. Gabrielle was free.
Turning to Nathaniel, she squared her shoulders. "Mr. Falcon, Gabrielle's been cleared. Our deal is void."
Her eyes sparkled with quiet triumph, that familiar fire catching Nathaniel's attention. "How did you manage this?" he demanded.