Aris: A Sexy Romance Novel (Thief of Hearts Series Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

leave.  She remembered Noah.  He didn’t look a day older either.  Obviously, being terrorists was agreeable to them.  She threw down her martini in one swallow, moving toward the door.
    “Saoirse where are you going?”  Pierce was confused at the odd exchange.
    “Ladies’ room.”  Denise interjected.  “She’ll be just moment.”  Denise looked around for a space on the table to set her glass before Noah held his hand out.
    “I’ll hold that til your return if you’d like.” 
    “Thank you.  That’s very kind of you.”  Denise smiled wide beating it out the door to catch Saoirse before she caught a cab.
    Denise reached out for her arm.  “Are you crazy?  He’s gorgeous!  Besides...” Denise pushed Saoirse into the ladies’ bathroom, “his ‘colleague’, whatever the hell that means, is divine.  I’m going to spend the evening with that man smiling at me, and you’re not going to blow it!”
    “Denise, they’re terrorists.” 
    “What?”  Denise frowned at her like this was some ill conceived ploy to leave early.
    “Seven years ago the bank in our building got robbed.  Remember?  I was duct taped to a helicopter for half the flipping afternoon.  The Feds kept showing up for days afterwards, questioning me about stuff I didn’t even know.  Yeah.  Well, those are two of the guys that did it.  Aris is the ringleader.  Of course, Noah is a ‘colleague’, ” she imitated Aris’s voice.  “What was he gonna say, ‘this is my fellow terrorist, he specializes in small arms and robbing banks.’ ?”
    “Seer, that was seven years ago.  Maybe he just looks like the guy that did that.  Besides, you can’t fake money with Pierce.  They’ve got it.”
    “Of course they have it!  They waltzed out of that bank with five hockey bags bursting with cash!”
    “Great.  So they can spend some of it on us!  Look Seer, you can’t possibly remember a face from that long ago with all the trauma you went through.  Ok, so Aris is not the most common name, but Tate?  Come on.  How many terrorists do you know have pronounceable surnames like Tate?”
    “Is that who Pierce said he was?  I wasn’t listening.  I was watching my career evaporate before my eyes when the Feds figure out that we have terrorists on our client list.”
    “Besides both of them smell nice, they aren’t dragging their knuckles on the carpet, and they can say more than, ‘oh, yeah’.  That’s a lot more than 90% of the men I’ve run into lately!  So, smile as you watch your career evaporate, because you hate Pierce anyway, plus you’re just an employee.  Keep repeating that word, employee.  It keeps you safe from the flying ca-ca!  Now, let’s go laugh while Pierce’s practice burns down.”  Denise grabbed Saoirse’s arm leading her out of the ladies’ room. 
    Noah and Aris were standing at the top of the stairs waiting. 
    “And if he’s here to kill me?”  Saoirse was thinking out loud.  “There is no statute of limitations on armed robbery.”
    “If he were going to kill you, he wouldn’t show his face to the entire office as a new client.  Then he’d have to chase down the other what, twelve people, in that bank with you. You have to stop watching TV.”
    “Who said I had time to watch TV?”  Saoirse was haltingly climbing the stairs as Denise pulled her along.
    “Oh!  You still have my drink.  Thank you!”  Denise smiled as she took her martini from Noah.  He smiled too.
    “Why don’t we dance?” Aris held out his hand to Saoirse.
    “I don’t dance.” 
    “I’ll teach you.”  Aris took her hand in his leading her to the middle of the dance floor.  He turned to Saoirse pulling her to him as her hand reached up for his shoulder.  “You’re a fast learner.”  Aris changed his stance positioning his hip and leg between hers, pulling her closer to him.  He rested his hand on her lower back as he pulled her closer still.  She could feel his cock