Game For Love: Winter Heat (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free

her possessively.
    Soon they were all laughing away at the array of 80s movies that were inexplicably part of the selection.
    " Dirty Dancing !" Taylor laughed, "My mom loves that one!"
    "Oh look, Raising Arizona ," Becca said.
    "That's my dad's favorite. He's always quoting it and none of the quotes ever make sense," Samir said.
    "Go back, go back!" Taylor yelled.
    "What?" Samir said.
    "No, no, one more! Yeah, that one - Harry and the Hendersons , did you guys ever see that?"
    "No, not me," Becca said.
    Samir shook his head.
    "Oh you have to see it! It's a classic!"
    "It's only at 44% on Rotten Tomatoes," Samir pointed out.
    "That's what makes it funny."
    "What's it about?" Becca asked.
    "Bigfoot! A family finds him. It's classic! We have to watch it!"
    Samir shook his head, an odd look crossing his face.
    Becca couldn't figure out what was going on with him. One minute he was so much fun and the next he was all dark and intense.
    It reminded her of Christopher's mood swings. Suddenly, the day hit her and she just felt tired.
    There was a knock on the door. Room service was there with their salads.
    They ate in companionable silence. Even Taylor seemed subdued.
    "You nervous about tomorrow, buddy?" Samir asked him.
    "No. Yeah. I don't know."
    "Don't be. But do get some rest."
    Taylor nodded.
    "I'll see you guys in the morning, I guess."
    In a heartbeat he was gone and Becca was alone with Samir.
    She hadn't really thought too much about their surroundings until now. Suddenly it hit her that she was alone in a hotel room with a man she found irresistible. There was nothing in the room except a bed and a TV.
    And Samir was turning the TV off.

Chapter 6
    S amir turned to face Becca . She could swear there was fire in his eyes.
    "Now what?" she asked.
    "What do you think?"
    "Um, do you want to talk about your logo?" she squeaked.
    He shook his head. The tips of his inky hair skimmed his t-shirt.
    All the air went out of the room. Becca wasn't sure if she should run away or count her blessings and try not to mess this up.
    At any rate, there wasn't much time because Samir was slowly making his way back across the room.
    Becca remained frozen, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.
    He gazed into her eyes for a long moment.
    The power in his eyes was almost hypnotic. Becca felt that at that moment she would do anything he asked of her, be whoever he wanted her to be.
    She wasn't sure what he saw in her eyes. But he seemed to make a decision.
    He knelt between her legs and firmly placed his hands down to grip the bed on either side of her.
    Becca shut her eyes but somehow managed to keep breathing. He smelled like pine needles and spice, and a scent so masculine her head swam.
    She opened her eyes to see a corner of his mouth turned up in amusement.
    "I'm not going to hurt you."
    "I know."
    "Unless you want me to?"
    "Um, no, no thank you."
    He chuckled and Becca blushed for about the tenth time since they'd met.
    "What do you want?" he asked.
    Becca tried to think. She knew he was toying with her. Her mind wouldn't provide a witty comeback. But she couldn't tell the truth. You, Samir, you, you, you...
    "I don't want to embarrass you, Becca, but I already know what you want. You need to understand that I don't give that to just anyone."
    Becca was beyond being able to reply. She thought she might not be able to speak again ever.
    "In spite of the recent press, I'm a very private person, Becca. I have to be."
    "Why?"
    His face twisted and for the first time he looked a little off-balance.
    Becca figured it was because of his fame. On the other hand, he seemed very comfortable discussing the press. And he ought to have known that with a brother in the spotlight she would understand.
    No, this was something else. Becca leaned forward slightly, studying him.
    But just as she began to search his dark eyes in earnest, it was as if a curtain was drawn across his face. Whatever vulnerable side of him had been opened to her was