Author: Lora Leigh
Category: Paranormal
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“You heard me,” he snapped. “An unofficial Breed APB put out on you by Commander Rule Breaker. What the fuck is going on?”
“Unofficial?” She snorted at that one. Well, that happened just about every other day after she pissed one of them off. Or unless the director’s baby wanted more “moo-cake.” “When it becomes o
fficial, let me know.”
Turning on her heel, she began tracking to his office, knowing damned good and well he wasn’t going to take possession of what she had anywhere else.
Cullen wasn’t fond of the security cameras picking up every move he made or the information exchanged between him and his men. Or his contacts, such as Gypsy.
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Besides, her cover of irritating Cullen just for the hell of it had already been established and followed for years. Unless she was actually seen handing something over, then she’d be screwed. And so would he be. For a minute anyway.
His office door was locked, as usual.
Paranoid prick, she thought, respecting the hell out of him for being as suspicious as he was.
The snick of the lock being deactivated followed his hand moving into his pants pocket. Wrapping her hand around the knob again, she stepped inside the office and waited for the door to close behind him.
Once the room was secure, she removed the small case holding the nano-nit she’d collected from the spa in Broken Butte, New Mexico. She’d put it in place more than a month ago, in the manager’s office where the majority of the information would go through.
Full audio and video.
The tiny bit of robo-electronics was incredible.
“Here you go.” Smothering a yawn, she handed the small plastic case over to him. “Mission accomplished and all that.”
He took the case—ultra thin, an inch square perhaps—and flipped it to his desk, still glaring at her.
Uh-oh.
Gypsy stared at the case, then back to Cullen as her lips thinned in irritation.
“I’m not in the mood for this shit,” she informed him warily. “I don’t know what your problem is . . .”
“If you’re sleeping with that Breed, then kindly inform me now,” he snapped, his arms going over his broad chest, his brown eyes snapping with ire. “Because he’s making my life highly uncomfortable, Gypsy. Highly.” The last word was a low, furious sound directed between his clenched teeth.
She almost flinched.
“What the hell has he done?” Her eyes went wide, disbelief and confusion smacking her brain as the depth of Cullen’s anger finally registered. “For God’s sake, Cullen, since when am I responsible for what some crazed Breed does?”
“Are you sleeping with him?” he bit out again. “So help me, Gypsy, if this is because of a damned lover’s spat—”
“I’m not sleeping with him!” she informed him, outraged. “God, I’ve barely spoken to him.”
Hell, she couldn’t sleep with anyone. It was killing her.
What Breaker did was catch her gaze across a room, he wasn’t picky which one, and she swore he was mentally fucking her at those times.
Taking her.
Pushing into her.
He made all her little feminine parts just perk right up and start prepping for the invasion.
Damned feminine parts.
“Then what the fuck is his problem?” Turning, he stalked to his chair, throwing himself into it as he continued to glare at her. “The man has been in every bar, nightclub and dive, legal and otherwise, and actually managed to crash too many fucking parties looking for your ass for the past week. Get him off the radar, Gypsy.”
Get him off the radar?