Diamonds (Den of Thieves Book 1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: A.M. Cosgrove
body as the water washed it away. As the water washed down his body, his mind made its way back to Daria.
Tall and strong, she was beautiful. He felt a stirring in his loins as he watched her in his mind’s eye, walking away from him as she had the night before. Every thing about her was perfection right down to her perfectly shaped ass.
He let his mind wander, thoughts drifting to the things he would do to her given half the chance. He wondered what her lips would taste like and how her breasts would feel in his hands.
She however was headstrong. Her eyes had a fire that drew his attention and held it. She was certainly a force to be reckoned with – and one that did not want anything to do with him.
Truthfully he was glad she was something more than the average woman he saw every day. He was tired of the drama and the trouble those sorts of woman brought to his world. Working with Daria would not be easy.
He turned the shower off, grabbed a fluffy towel off the rack and quickly toweled off.
Wrapping the towel around his waist he padded off out of his room and across his apartment to the kitchen to brew a pot coffee.
Daria’s file sat on the island in the middle of his kitchen. He flipped through it again after pouring himself a mug of coffee. He could recite the entire file by heart if he was asked. There was nothing more that he expected to find there but he wanted to have one more look at it before he headed out the door.
He was going to play into her independent nature and lure her out from behind her wall. He had to let her think that she was in control of the situation and the way things were going to go. All the while he would lead her to the path he needed her on. It would take a lot of work but he would build up the trust he needed her to have in him so that he could get close enough to find the piece he was looking for.
It was definitely going to be a challenge. One he found himself looking forward to.
Quickly he picked a clean white button down and linen pants from his wardrobe. A pair of loafers finished off the look as he locked up and got into the elevator to head to Daria’s house.
Daria watched as the black sports car pulled in past the gates and up the driveway. She watched it slowly made its way up to the front of the house and stopped.
She looked at her watch. Eleven thirty in the morning. Who would be bothering them at this time of day? Most of the people who came to see her father were there in the late afternoon for a drink in the den. They didn’t usually show up in the middle of the morning. And they certainly didn’t drive flashy sports cars.
She watched as a tall man got out and looked around.
What was he doing?
He looked so familiar…. Then it dawned on her. He was that guy from the night before – what was his name?
Peter. Peter Turcott the businessman.
Why was he here? Hadn’t she made it perfectly clear to him last night that she was not interested in him in any way, shape or form? Why had he come back?
Stupid man. She would have to fix him. Clearly he didn’t respond well when someone told him politely not to bother trying to get her attention.
She pulled back away from the window and started out of the room and down the stairs towards the front door.
She had almost made it to the door when the doorbell rang.
Yanking open the door she came face to face with the the smiling man. She felt her resolve slip a little at the disarming nature of his smile.
"What do you want?" she huffed, trying hard to sound as irritated as she had been a few moments before.
"Hi," he said still smiling.
"I asked you what you wanted. I would like an answer." She folded her arms across her chest and stood blocking the door.
"And I said hello. And I too would like a response. I mean after all it is customary to greet your guest politely and not be so demanding isn’t it?"
"Fine. Hello." She huffed again and rolled her eyes. The man was getting on her nerves and
Tall and strong, she was beautiful. He felt a stirring in his loins as he watched her in his mind’s eye, walking away from him as she had the night before. Every thing about her was perfection right down to her perfectly shaped ass.
He let his mind wander, thoughts drifting to the things he would do to her given half the chance. He wondered what her lips would taste like and how her breasts would feel in his hands.
She however was headstrong. Her eyes had a fire that drew his attention and held it. She was certainly a force to be reckoned with – and one that did not want anything to do with him.
Truthfully he was glad she was something more than the average woman he saw every day. He was tired of the drama and the trouble those sorts of woman brought to his world. Working with Daria would not be easy.
He turned the shower off, grabbed a fluffy towel off the rack and quickly toweled off.
Wrapping the towel around his waist he padded off out of his room and across his apartment to the kitchen to brew a pot coffee.
Daria’s file sat on the island in the middle of his kitchen. He flipped through it again after pouring himself a mug of coffee. He could recite the entire file by heart if he was asked. There was nothing more that he expected to find there but he wanted to have one more look at it before he headed out the door.
He was going to play into her independent nature and lure her out from behind her wall. He had to let her think that she was in control of the situation and the way things were going to go. All the while he would lead her to the path he needed her on. It would take a lot of work but he would build up the trust he needed her to have in him so that he could get close enough to find the piece he was looking for.
It was definitely going to be a challenge. One he found himself looking forward to.
Quickly he picked a clean white button down and linen pants from his wardrobe. A pair of loafers finished off the look as he locked up and got into the elevator to head to Daria’s house.
Daria watched as the black sports car pulled in past the gates and up the driveway. She watched it slowly made its way up to the front of the house and stopped.
She looked at her watch. Eleven thirty in the morning. Who would be bothering them at this time of day? Most of the people who came to see her father were there in the late afternoon for a drink in the den. They didn’t usually show up in the middle of the morning. And they certainly didn’t drive flashy sports cars.
She watched as a tall man got out and looked around.
What was he doing?
He looked so familiar…. Then it dawned on her. He was that guy from the night before – what was his name?
Peter. Peter Turcott the businessman.
Why was he here? Hadn’t she made it perfectly clear to him last night that she was not interested in him in any way, shape or form? Why had he come back?
Stupid man. She would have to fix him. Clearly he didn’t respond well when someone told him politely not to bother trying to get her attention.
She pulled back away from the window and started out of the room and down the stairs towards the front door.
She had almost made it to the door when the doorbell rang.
Yanking open the door she came face to face with the the smiling man. She felt her resolve slip a little at the disarming nature of his smile.
"What do you want?" she huffed, trying hard to sound as irritated as she had been a few moments before.
"Hi," he said still smiling.
"I asked you what you wanted. I would like an answer." She folded her arms across her chest and stood blocking the door.
"And I said hello. And I too would like a response. I mean after all it is customary to greet your guest politely and not be so demanding isn’t it?"
"Fine. Hello." She huffed again and rolled her eyes. The man was getting on her nerves and
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