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himself for what he had to do. “What
do you want?”
    “One question at a
time, princess.” Brent realized he had to assert
his dominance early on if he wanted to remain in control of the situation. Not
giving much thought to the consequences, he pushed Sophie up against the
concrete wall and leaned in close, threatening her with his superior strength
and size.
    His actions had repercussions he
wasn’t anticipating though. Like the rush of heat surging through his blood,
turning the victim in his arms into a desirable woman. Wrestling with her
provided conditions he hadn’t counted on. Appealing
circumstances, which could easily upset the scheme of things if he let it.
    Too much body
contact for one.
    “I demand you keep your hands to
yourself!” she whispered sharply.
    “Do you now?” he said softly, amused
at her haughty tone. “You’re not in any position to demand anything.”
    With every breath Brent took, he
could smell her. Beyond the light scent of soap and perfume,
to the sensuous woman beneath. A sexy combination of
innocence and know-how. It was playing havoc with his senses, preventing
him from keeping a clear head. He swore beneath his breath. Nothing good was
going to come of this.
    She was tall as he liked his women
but he wasn’t into rich, spoiled, society types who held themselves above
others, thinking they were better than everyone else. He’d watched Sophie long
enough to know she was used to the best in life and probably demanded it. A woman who let society rule her emotions, not her heart. He
recalled her quiet, almost suffering acceptance of Lord touching and kissing
her, putting up with it because it was expected of her and not because she’d
liked it. That action alone told him a lot about her.
    She was probably as cold as a block
of ice in bed.
    “I demand you tell me who you are
and what this is all about,” she said in a frigid tone, confirming his
thoughts.
    Her haughty tone grated on his
nerves. “Demand all you want, princess, it won’t get you anywhere.” He was glad
she’d broken his train of thought. He could care less what she was like in bed
and would do well to remember that. What’s more, he doubted her father would
appreciate his wayward notions. Brent respected and liked Senator Adams. It was
because of that reason alone he was doing this in the first place.
    This, meaning
kidnapping. So far Sophie was more trouble than
he’d anticipated which could cause serious problems down the road. He’d have to
watch her like a hawk. It hadn’t taken her long to get the drop on Tom. Well,
she’d learn soon enough that he wasn’t a pushover. “Come on.” He yanked her
away from the wall.
    “Let me go!” She tried to pull free.
“Ouch! You’re hurting me! I’m not going anywhere with you!”
    Brent swung around and pulled her up
against him. “You have a choice, lady; you can come with me the easy way, or
like a sack of potatoes over my shoulder. In case it hasn’t hit you yet, I’m
stronger than you.” She stiffened even more, apparently not liking his
condescending tone. Suddenly a door on the floor above them opened and someone
entered the stairwell. The lights flickered back on at the same time.
    Talk about rotten luck! And timing!
Brent’s gaze pinned Sophie, watching her black-fringed eyes widen in shock as
they moved over him. He’d removed his tie and jacket but was still wearing the
same black slacks. His forearms were bare where he’d rolled his white
shirtsleeves up to his elbows. There was no doubt in her pretty eyes that she
recognized him. Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later.
    “You!” she gasped, her accusing tone
slicing through him like a sharp knife.
    As her thorny exclamation echoed
through the stairwell, Brent swore, tilting his head to see who’d entered the
landing above them. He relaxed when he recognized Tom’s silhouette in the
threshold.
    “Please help me!” Sophie cried up at
Tom, apparently not recognizing