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Immortal Unchained (Argeneau #25)(19)
Author: Lynsay Sands

“My true name, Domitian Argenis,” he answered promptly. “And when I leave here I will be Domitian again. Diego the chef has left the restaurant and moved on to greener pastures.”

“And no one will recognize that Diego is Domitian?” Sarita asked dubiously.

Smiling faintly, he explained, “I have several restaurants. I will not return to the same one. The manager there will continue managing and reporting to me for another ten years and I will move on to another restaurant or start a new one.”

“Right,” Sarita murmured and then turned the subject back to where it had started and asked, “So how do you think he knew about me and this life mate business then?”

Frowning, Domitian turned his attention back to the letter and read the rest, but mostly it was just Dressler saying he hoped to learn a lot from their stay in his “home away from home” before he signed off.

Domitian shifted his gaze back up the letter to the part about Sarita being his life mate and that while she didn’t know him, they had met when she was thirteen and he’d kept track of her ever since using a private detective. The man seemed to know everything regarding him and Sarita, he noticed with bewilderment.

“I do not know how Dressler knows,” Domitian said finally, tossing the letter on the desktop. Meeting her gaze he assured her, “I told no one you were my life mate.”

“What about this private detective you hired?” she asked. “Could he have—?”

“No,” Domitian said at once. “He is mortal. He knows nothing about immortals and life mates and I did not educate him in the matter.”

Sarita accepted that, but then tilted her head and asked, “So what reason did you give the detective for why you were having me followed?”

“Ah.” Domitian shifted uncomfortably, grimaced and then admitted, “I told him that your mother was my sister, but that your father and I had a falling out and he would not let me see my only living blood relative anymore. I said I wanted him to keep track of you so that once you were an adult and could make your own decisions I could contact you and you could decide whether you wished to see me or not.”

That seemed to shock Sarita. Eyes wide with disbelief, she asked, “You told him you were my uncle?”

“Well, I could hardly tell him the truth,” Domitian pointed out, defensively. Scowling, he added, “I do not see why it would bother you anyway.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” she said dryly. “Why would it bother me for people to think I was playing patty cake with my uncle?”

“Patty cake?” he asked with bewilderment.

“Bumping fuzzies,” she said and when he still looked blank added, “Shaboink.”

Domitian just shook his head with bewilderment. He had no idea what she was talking about.

“Never mind,” Sarita muttered and then sighed and pointed out, “Anyway, we still don’t know how Dressler knew you thought I was your life mate.”

“I do not think you are my life mate, I know it,” he said firmly. “And you should know it too after what happened in the bathroom.”

“Yeah, yeah, it was mind-blowing sex and I fainted,” she admitted. “Whatever. That still doesn’t explain how Dressler knew.”

“No, it does not,” he admitted and pondered that briefly and then shook his head. “I have no idea how he found out.”

“Well, I guess we can ask him when he comes to get us for part two of the experiment.”

Domitian peered at her silently. While her words were light and slightly sarcastic, he could see the fear in her eyes. She was terrified they would not escape and would be forced to take this experiment, if that’s what it was, to the next level. He wasn’t going to let that happen, however.

“I think we need a swim to relax,” he announced suddenly, catching her by the arm and urging her toward the door. He actually got Sarita halfway across the room before she jerked her arm free and spun on him.

“A swim? Are you kidding me?” she demanded.

“I think better after a swim,” Domitian said mildly, but jerked his eyes toward the nearest camera as he added, “Trust me. Go get changed and I will fetch towels.”

Judging by the way Sarita suddenly calmed and turned toward the door, she’d got his message. “Fine. I’ll meet you by the pool.”

“Yes,” he breathed with relief and waited until she left. Domitian then said, “Towels,” and turned toward the French doors. He slid out onto the side terrace and headed for the French doors to the kitchen. A quick glance ahead, and another back the way he’d come as he slid into the kitchen proved that there were no cameras mounted on the side wall of the house.

All Domitian could find in the half bathroom off the kitchen were a couple of hand towels. Shrugging, he took them, and then slipped back outside through the French doors again. He walked around the house to the pool so that he could check the front of the house and the side the pool was on as well. No cameras outside then, he noted as he paused and glanced along the back of the house where the bedroom and en suite bathroom were.

That was something, at least, Domitian decided and carried the towels over to drop them on one of the lounge chairs. At least they could talk out here without the fear of being listened to. It was why he’d suggested a swim. Also, a quick dunk in the cold pool would hopefully help keep their minds on track if they got distracted from their objective.

That thought in mind, Domitian walked over and dipped a toe in the water to test the temperature.

“How is it?”

Glancing around he saw Sarita approaching in a hanky torn into three tiny triangles that were taped over her important bits. At least that’s what it looked like. The bikini bottom had less material than the thong she’d worn earlier, and the bits of cloth over her breasts barely covered her nipples let alone her breasts.

“Dios,” Domitian breathed and thought with horror that Dressler was a diabolical bastard.

Sarita slowed as she noted Domitian’s expression. The bathing suit she had on, if it could be called that, was the biggest one available. Not big in size—they were all her size—but this one had offered the most material, covering more than the others would have. It still covered very little.

Sarita kept in shape for work. She did a hundred sit-ups and push-ups every morning and night, and then did an hour of cardio every evening after dinner to stay fit and in good running order to chase down perps. She was extremely fit.

Unfortunately, she also liked to eat, and the combination left her fit but still overly curvy. She had thighs and hips she felt were too big and a muffin top that made her groan with despair. However, her body was her body and after a quick grimace on seeing herself in the bikini and noting what it exposed, she’d shrugged and headed out with her head held high.

Now, on spotting the horror on Domitian’s face, though, Sarita narrowed her eyes and stopped, almost daring him to say something insulting about how she looked in the swimsuit.

She didn’t have long to wait.

“How is a man to think with his woman looking like this?” Domitian exploded, waving at her as if she were a nightmare. “Look at you! Your beautiful breasts overflowing those little patches of cloth. You might as well not even be wearing the top! And those little straps that make up the bottoms. They just draw the eye to your luscious hips and your shapely legs. Oh Dios! Your legs! I just want to lick and kiss my way up their gorgeous length. No! I want to lick and kiss every part of your beautiful body, and then—” He broke off, almost gasping, and then turned and plunged into the pool to start swimming toward the waterfall.

Sarita stared after him rather blankly, her mind slow to understand what she’d just heard. She’d thought him horrified because of how she looked, and he was, but not in the way she’d expected. Good God, the things he wanted to do to her. Domitian would give good phone sex—that was for sure. His words alone had left her standing there wet and aching for the pleasure she already knew he could give her. And she couldn’t do a damned thing about it. They had to work out a plan to get off this island, and she was guessing that was why Domitian had suggested the “swim.” He had been thinking that there were no cameras here.

   
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