Stuns Freydis

“Stop setting me up for dirty jokes,” I complained. “I’ll manage. Are you sure you can handle the guard?”
Lara turned her head slightly toward me, her eyes down, and caught her lip between her teeth, before slowly looking up at me. Suddenly the light fled from the room, except where it touched the pale perfection of her skin.
I just about started howling and pounding my chest, I suddenly wanted her so badly. It took me a good long breath to get control of myself and force myself to avert my eyes.
“I’ll manage,” Lara murmured, and the painful pressure of my desire was abruptly mitigated.
I gritted my teeth and said, through them, “I meant the details. Are you sure he isn’t going to see or hear anything else?”
“Give me sixty seconds,” Lara said. “Once I get close enough, he’s not going to notice anything else, even if you walked by him playing a trumpet and pounding drums. And even if he noticed, he’d not remember it.”
“Sixty seconds,” Freydis sighed. She was knotting towels together with mechanical precision. “Men.”
Lara turned her eyes to Freydis, who suddenly caught her breath, her cheeks flushing with color.
“Darling, this isn’t the same thing at all,” Lara purred. “It’s a pity your contract was so specific, or I’d demonstrate for you sometime.”
Freydis let out a deep sigh and then went back to knotting towels without looking up.
Lara gave me an impish smile, held out her hands, and said, “Help me up, Harry.”
“You don’t need any help from me,” I said, a little thickly. Even when she wasn’t shining the come-hither flashlight right in my face, Lara Raith still left me feeling a little bit dazzled.
The de facto monarch of the White Court responded with an amused laugh and entered the shaft like a diver, silently vanishing down into the darkness.
“Sixty seconds,” I muttered. “Going to take me twice that just to climb down.”
“Going to lose my mind on this damned job,” Freydis noted. “I’ll have the rope ready in five.”
“Cover,” I said.
“Oh, right.” She shook her head, dipped a hand into her dress, and took out a little wooden plaque. “If my head wasn’t attached. I’ve never worked for a client this distracting.”


Peace Talks Chapter 25, Page 248-249