Summon Toren(71)

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It was a language Ezekiel understood perfectly. A direct order. Suddenly he realized how petty his disposition actually was. Wait a minute. What was this angel doing to him when he spoke?

“It’s a spiritual Truth power,” the angel said. “When I speak the truth, your mind cannot deny it or tweak it to fit your desires. You must submit to it. And yes, it’s force. A force I have the right to use on you at this time.”

Ezekiel again could not argue with his words. Guess those were truth too. War training kicked in and the angel’s words became simply an order, something he followed in action. That didn’t mean he had to put his heart and soul into it.

He regarded Skylar who chewed the corner of her lip. Her jeaned legs were crossed and bouncing boisterously. It dawned on him what he was seeing in her in that second. She was nervous. She was all talk that one.

The idea gave him an odd satisfaction and courage. She was just a woman. An American woman—trash to him. A tool to get a job done, that’s all. She wouldn’t intimidate him.

“Fine. I’ll do it. But tell her to stop the bad Jewish jokes. I am not a Jew.”

When she jerked wide blue eyes at him, triumph surged in his blood. While one up on her in intimidation, he decided to finish her off by removing his t-shirt. Then he threw it at her. That wide sky blue gaze fell to inspect his chest and her lips parted with, he was sure, shock. Guess she wasn’t expecting that much male. He turned and looked around. “Is that the room?” He pointed at the double door, making sure.

“I believe it is, go check it out.” Toren’s tone reverberated with an unhappy edge and Ezekiel wasn’t sure why at that point as he went to look behind door number three. A bedroom.

He turned and gestured at the room with a sweep of his arm and a slight bow. “After you, madam.”

“Treat her properly or I’ll do to your balls what I did to your heart.”

The words scraped through his mind like the angel had carved them with a knife on the inside of his skull.

The proud to be a slutty American spirit bloomed with every bold step Skylar took toward him, her gaze focused on the bedroom, ignoring him like he were of no consequence to her. Ezekiel’s heart slammed his chest as he entered the room after her and shut the door. Then locked it.

He fisted his hand after turning the bolt, willing the tremor out of it. Why would he be having PTSD symptoms for something like this? He could do this. It was nothing more than slaking physical needs in a brothel. On rare occasions with compelling enough reason, he managed to do that too.

He took a deep breath for strength and turned. There she stood in only panties and bra, hands on her hips like a proud Arabian horse. A magnificent creature. Dangerous.

Calling on brutal war tactics, Ezekiel slowly approached her with determination, eyes not straying from hers, intent on domination. Unfortunately it didn’t stop him from seeing. He lowered his gaze over her body with the intention of finding her flaws, only to lose himself in her perfection. He turned his head right and closed his eyes, gathering his will and purpose. Conquer the enemy.

When he opened them, he realized his foe was far more devious than he’d imagined. She’d removed her bra. Ezekiel took the blow like a grunt, oxygen deserting him in one whoosh as his eyes stared down his newest enemy. Good God.





CHAPTER TWENTY



Oh. My. Lordy, what was she doing? Giving him what he wanted, the all American slut. No, giving him what he deserved. She’d slept with men out of necessity enough times to know how to turn it all on and off. But then he wasn’t supposed to look at her that way. Like she mesmerized him. She fought the urge to cover herself from his probing gaze, feeling like he was seeing too far in. Past her shell.

“I hope you know what to do.” She forced the words out harshly but they sure sounded too close to a desperate plea. He snapped his gaze to hers and she nearly crumpled. Anger and desire boiled in those dark eyes. Whoowee, lots of it.

She didn’t mean to chew her lower lip but it was instinct, reflex even. Without taking her eyes off his, she was aware that he was removing his pants and she could only hold her breath. She fought to retain her courage and stubborn pride. Fought not to lower her gaze to look and show her interest. She couldn’t let him see how much he affected her. Why should he affect her? Arrogant Jew. Even if he wouldn't admit it.

She gulped down her panic and the sound seemed to ricochet off the walls. He was naked now. He’d stepped out of his jeans. She didn’t need to look down to see but damn it she did. Oh holy Montana music. She took a step back when he took one forward. Her legs hit the bed and she had to sit to keep from falling. Which put her eye level with…her circumcised friend.