
SILK
By
Michelle M. Pillow
© copyright August 2004, Michelle M. Pillow
His touch burned into her skin like liquid fire, as he clutched her arms in what must have been desperation and panic. It was more memory than any grown woman should have of her father.
Everything she had been was lost in that moment of betrayal--a violation worse than death because it could never end, could never be escaped.
The father gave her life, but the scientist took it back. She had been sixteen, in the prime of her youth.
He killed her that day. Her father--genius, patriot, madman, scientist--had been given no choice and in turn didn?t give her one. He was dying. It was her or the enemy. And so he chose the impossible. He chose the death of his child in exchange for the birth of a new elite superhero.
That is why Silk could never hate her killer.
Quinlan St. James gasped as coffee spilled over her dark designer pantsuit. Blinking, she glared after the hoverboarders who trailed by, laughing rudely at her. Their boards glided noiselessly over the uneven sidewalks of Pierson Park, carrying the spike-haired lads to their next victim.
She clutched her newspaper under her arm as she leaned over to pick up the cup and throw it in the trash. She didn?t mind the kids, not really. They were just being young and obnoxious. She should have been watching for them, but her mind was clouded with other things. Brushing the brown droplets off her suit with the back of her hand, she sighed. The suit was stained, but it wasn?t like she needed to be anywhere that it would matter.
Quinlan turned around and headed straight back to the quaint little sidewalk coffee vendor. The man behind the counter wiped his hands on his twenty-first century green apron and automatically handed her another cup. As she made a move to reach for her card, but he smiled and waved her away. Quinlan nodded at him and walked back over to her customary bench beneath the shade of a tall oak tree.
She took a small sip before setting the cup down. Coffee was better in the old district. They still ground it by hand and brewed it in refurbished coffee machines. Flipping to the science section of the New Pierson City Times, her face fell as she saw her father?s cheery expression staring at her. Quietly, she scanned the feature article on him.
Ten years after his unexplained death, Dr. William St. James, renowned genetic engineer, will be inducted into the Scientific Achievement Hall of Fame this weekend. Dr. St. James spent the last two decades of his life fighting the war against genetic diseases ... work that is the foundation of modern genetic study....
Quinlan narrowed her gray-green eyes, refusing to cry about things she could not change. She looked silently up at the bright blue sky. Clouds peeked down from behind the tree limbs and the dark skyscrapers of the oldest section of the city. Nearby, the motor of a 1950 Chevy Fastback revved as it gave tourist rides around the historical section of the park.
Quinlan frowned. The newspaper wasn?t telling her anything she didn?t already know. Sighing, she turned back to the article anyway.
The official induction will be held at the St. James Estate in East Bend this Friday. It is the first time since Dr. St. James? death that the home will be opened to guests. Dr. St. James? daughter, Quinlan St.
James, owns the estate, a renovated castle from England.... Miss St. James is ... a reclusive billionaire.
An invitation only cocktail party will follow the official induction, where some of the scientist?s papers will be on display for the first time, along with some of his earlier inventions. All items are being donated to the Genetic Science Museum.
Even now caterers and decorators invaded her home. It was the whole reason she?d come into the city.
The giant photograph the museum had sent over of her father had been staring down at her for days, bringing up a myriad of emotions she didn?t want to feel.
Quinlan?s eyes skimmed the rest of the article before carefully folding it up. It didn?t even come close to describing the full truth of her father?s work--the strange late night visitors they?d had while she was growing up, the coded messages he received at all hours. She didn?t care. Let the public have their fairy tale version.
Grabbing her coffee, she stood and walked over to the trashcan. William St. James? face stared up at her from the paper she held, smiling in a crooked way she still remembered. She didn?t smile back.
Hesitating slightly, she threw the article away.
Nikandros Grant pulled his hands from the pockets of his blue jeans as he pushed off an old fashioned light post. He liked the historical park. It reminded him of a simpler time in human evolution--before technology advanced so far that even walking across a city or stopping to flip a light switch became unnecessary.
Trailing over the uneven cement path, he followed the slender beauty he was watching. She stood, walking over to a trashcan as she finished her paper. Looking down at the small leather wallet in his hands, he smiled. The hoverboarders had been a perfect distraction. Although, when Miss St. James had dropped her coffee and went to retrieve a new one, he?d been worried she?d discover it was missing.
Passing the trash, he glanced over to the side. He saw the article she?d been reading neatly folded on the top of the pile. His old friend?s face smiled up from the black and white photograph. Nikandros let loose a quick, humorless chuckle at William?s 2-D expression. Silently, he nodded at the photo. William had been a good man.
Quinlan hardly looked as he had imagined her when he first found out about her plan to make William?s personal documents public. She didn?t take after her father at all. William had been a squat, short man with a sunny smile and laughing blue eyes hidden beneath spectacles. His daughter was a tall, slender woman with a serious face and wide gray-green eyes that pierced silently as she studied everything around her.
His gaze automatically strayed to her hips and thighs. Wicked thoughts danced in his head and he wanted to groan his sudden wave of sexual frustration to the world. Nikandros grinned in his wickedness.
He was a man after all and it was his assignment to ?watch? her. She was beautiful, which would make his job of seducing her all the more pleasurable--and all the more dangerous.
After studying her case file, it was determined that a new love interest is just what a woman like her might need. Seduction was always a dangerous game and Nikandros knew he would have to be careful and not get too involved. It wouldn?t be hard. He had never gotten too involved before. Besides, he had to find out exactly where her sympathies lay. He only hoped William would forgive him for anything he had to do.
Quinlan was a recluse that kept to herself. She didn?t have a job, as she was independently wealthy, thanks to her inheritance. She didn?t have any close friends, no serious boyfriends or known lovers. She didn?t own a pleasure droid like most rich women. She didn?t go to sex clubs or belong to sexual consent groups. Although, he had been able to uncover the fact that she did have a subscription to some pretty risqué magazine-discs. It at least proved that she wasn?t completely made of ice.
With an inward groan, he watched the flexing muscles of her backside. His hand twitched. With a figure like that, it would be a sin for her not to use her body to its full potential.
Quinlan took a corner, rounding slowly away from the park to a more private section of the historic district. She seemed more intent at staring at her coffee cup than looking around at the shrubbery landscape. Taking the opportunity to approach, Nikandros began to jog after her.
"Miss!" he called lightly. "Miss, wait! I believe you dropped this."
Quinlan blinked at the sound, but kept walking. She was lost in thoughts of the past and the speech she would have to give to her father?s old colleagues. Some of the old men had been hounding her for weeks, ever since the announcement that she was donating a large portion of her father?s work to the museum. It seemed they all wanted a piece of it first.
It wasn?t her idea to get rid of the boxes of old stuff. When Henry Thompson, the museum?s head coordinator, first contacted her with the news of her father?s induction, she thought it a very fitting place for his life?s work to go. Besides, with the added publicity of her father?s career and death, old skeletons would come out of the closet to play.
Feeling a hand on her arm, she jolted in surprise.
"Miss," Nikandros said, smiling brightly for her.
Quinlan turned at the sound, blinking to see who?d stopped her. Her wide eyes moved up to a face. She was startled to see such a handsome man trying to get her attention. For a moment, she stood, just staring at him. His teeth were white and straight, hidden beneath the most gorgeous mouth she?d ever seen.
His body was in fine shape, if the strength of his hand was any indication. His eyes were dark, almost black in their solid piercing depths, framed by the slashing of his masculine eyebrows. His dark brown hair was a perfect match to his steady gaze, combed back into a short easy style that fit well with the blue jeans and T-shirt he wore. He smiled at her, but she could feel there was more to him than that heart-stopping look.
Quinlan shivered. She could feel a potent heat coming from him and it disturbed her. Glancing down at where he touched her arm, she watched him slowly draw his hand away.
"Miss?" Nikandros said, wondering at her distrustful look. Did she suspect him? Her eyes traveled gradually over him and he felt his body begin to stir at the feminine interest. Quinlan blinked. Nikandros?
grin widened in masculine invitation and he added, "Your wallet."
Quinlan looked at his offered hand, frowning. Feeling her pocket, she did indeed find her wallet to be missing.
"Ah, thanks, Mr. ah...?" she inquired, taking it from him. She clutched the thin wallet in her hand, taking pains to put it into her breast pocket for safer keeping. She must really be distracted today.
"Nick Grant," he answered, holding his hand out for her to take. Quinlan took his warm palm in hers. He watched her face to see if she recognized the name. If she did, she didn?t show it.
A memory pulled at Quinlan, but she blinked it away. Nick was a common enough name, as was Grant.
She gave him a kind, distracted smile. When he didn?t let go right away, she pulled her hand back and said, "Thank you, Mr. Grant."
Her voice was soft, unintentionally sultry to his senses. Nikandros glanced down at his palm. Her hand had been as smooth as silk--almost too smooth. He rubbed his fingers absently over his palm, wondering at it.
"No problem," he murmured, his tone dipping ever so slightly. As he looked at her strikingly alluring face, he almost forgot what he was doing. Her light brown hair blew in layers over her shoulder and she absently pushed it back as she turned from him. She began to walk away. Rushing, he again stopped her, this time with words. "Would you like to go get some coffee, or something?"
Quinlan gave him a small smile. At the playful pull of her look, desire shot through his stomach like a spark. He swallowed and his throat suddenly went dry. She slowly lifted up her coffee cup at him, and said, "Thanks anyway, but I?m good."
Nikandros swallowed down his disappointment as she walked away. Although, he knew that it was better that she left him. The Protectors would expect a report. The first contact had been made. That was enough for now.
Nikandros sighed heavily. He was old enough to know when a woman?s look held more than passing curiosity. There was a cunning mind hiding behind her eyes. Quinlan St. James was definitely up to something. It was his job to figure out what. If she planned on selling her late father?s formula, as they suspected she might be, it would be his job to stop her.
Quinlan kept her pace slow as she crossed the street and made her way to the long transport limo that waited for her. The driver nodded at her as he opened the door. Her home was about thirty miles outside the city, but with the new transit system in place, it would only take her about ten minutes to get there.
Once alone, she slid across the seat to look out the tinted window. She felt the tires jolt as the limo?s wheels pulled from the street and folded under the car. The car floated soundlessly over the road.
She didn?t realize the slight smile of interest that came to her face as she saw Nick Grant walking along a side path. Her lips parted with a heavy sigh, even as her eyes took in the muscles playing along his firm backside. It had been a long time since she felt a jolt like that when first meeting someone.
It was a good thing she hadn?t struck up a conversation with him. She had seen the heated cast of interest in his eyes when he looked at her. The last thing she needed was a man complicating her already complex life--especially now of all times.
Her home was usually locked up tighter than a maximum-security prison complex. Whoever wanted her father?s formula wouldn?t be able to resist coming to the celebration, particularly with all his papers going for public display. It was quite possible the man responsible for her father?s death would be there. It was up to her to discover who, out of all his colleagues, had betrayed him. Then, she could finally put her father?s memory to rest. After all, it had been ten long years of waiting.
The limo sped up and Nick was blurred out of her life. Quinlan doubted she would ever see him again.
Sighing, she leaned back and sipped at her coffee. It was just as well. A woman like her could never keep a relationship.
East Bend was a small suburb of Pierson City. The St. James Estate sat just on the edge, far away from the neighbors. Quinlan?s father had bought the ancient family home and moved it from England in his youth. He?d built a stone wall around the edge of the property. It looked serene, but if anyone tried to scale it, they would be in for a stunning electrical shock that would leave them paralyzed for days.
The only way in was through the front gate. The wrought iron bars were well guarded by robotic security. The guards never slept and they never left their post. They hardly even moved to acknowledge the limo, but Quinlan knew their eyes scanned the vehicle to identify all passengers. They would only find her. The robotic driver would register a pulse that the guards recognized.
The yard surrounding her home was green with spring grass. Flowers were beginning to bloom on the landscaped lawn. Little cobblestone trails weaved over the garden, intermingled with statues and benches. In the center was a tiered water fountain with no water. Its old stone was cracked ever so slightly and it was overgrown with vines. Quinlan didn?t have the heart to fix it.
The square castellated home stood tall against the sky. It wasn?t a full castle, just the part that could be restored after so many centuries of decay. It had a narrow stained glass window in the front by the thick oak front door and smaller, framed windows spread throughout the sidewalls. The old stones seemed to have a life of their own and as a child Quinlan loved to touch them, claiming she could feel their energy.
Coming to a stop, the limo door opened automatically. Quinlan stepped out and the limo drove off to the garage. Sighing, she walked up the round sweep of steps leading to the front door of her home.
Her butler was there to greet her in his very formal uniform. He bowed low over his waist and said,
"Welcome home, Miss."
Quinlan handed him the empty coffee cup. He was mechanical like the rest of her staff, so she didn?t bother with pleasantries. "Any messages?"
"Fifty-two, Miss," said the butler.
"Any not pertaining to my father?" Quinlan asked wryly.
"No, Miss," answered the butler/giant answering machine.
"Send the standard replies," ordered Quinlan quietly.
"Very good, Miss," answered the butler. Going to his post by the door, he plugged himself into his adaptor. His eyes closed and Quinlan could hear the faint sound of a ring as he began to call back her pre-recorded messages.
A long sweep of stairs went up the right side, carpeted with a plush red down the center. The banister crossed along the second story to leave a top section open to the front hall?s view. Quinlan ignored the giant portrait of her father staring down at her from the top handrail. The ceiling was high in this section of the home, reaching up to the top of the second floor and arching with picturesque stone cornices. White satin sashes crossed over the walls and roses wrapped around over the stone handrail leading upstairs.
Taking the steps two at a time, Quinlan reached the top of the stairs. She ignored the mechanical maid units as they bustled about at lightening speed. She had them programmed to work, never acknowledging her. She might be lonely, but she would not lower herself to programming herself some company.
Crossing over the opened area, she turned down a long hall and opened the thick oak of her bedroom door. She stripped the stained jacket from her shoulders as she walked across the luxurious rug covering the stone floor. Her shirt was soon to follow. A maid unit clicked on in the corner and went to retrieve the clothing. Quinlan tossed her slacks at the unit and the maid caught them.
"Menu six," Quinlan said, ordering her food for the evening. "Privacy."
The unit scurried off with the clothes, taking them to laundry and shutting the door behind her.
"Fire," Quinlan murmured, flinging herself onto the oversized poster bed. She lay against the silk of her sheets, turning her head to watch the flames dancing in the large marble fireplace. The orange glow flickered over the stone walls, caressing her nearly naked flesh with its softness. Thick velvet curtains were opened over long floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the side garden. Quinlan ordered them closed. The room was instantly shrouded in a softened darkness.
She pulled all four pillows to her body, curling around them as she closed her eyes. Unbidden, the image of Nick Grant came to mind. She was alone. She would never see him again. There was no one to watch her fantasize. She imagined the pillow beside her was his naked chest. She ran her hand over it and snuggled deeper. For a brief moment, right before she fell asleep, she didn?t feel so alone.
Silk wrapped her black cape around her body, concealing herself in darkness beneath the draping hood. Her hardened gaze narrowed as she peered through the eye slits of her all-concealing mask. She was as motionless as a statue, watching the quiet courtyard from above.
The moon was half full, but the tall trees kept its blue light from revealing her. She blended perfectly into the shadows. A bird perched near her foot, only to get a quick jolt from the gate?s security system. The bird flapped away. Silk remained, unharmed.
Her ears focused for sound, trying to listen for the soft hum of an invisible security laser. Picking up a noise so faint that mere humans couldn?t hear it, she smiled. She quickly mapped the haphazard pattern of lasers in her mind, marking a route to the home?s front door.
With unyielding precision, she hopped from the high gate and onto a tree branch. Spinnerets on the tips of her fingers cocooned a soft silk mass to the limb. Her hands clutched together, pulled above her head, as she lowered herself slowly down to the courtyard ground.
The strands of silk growing from her fingers twisted together to keep her from falling. Her knee high boots landed soundlessly in the grass. With a tug of her hands, the silk released itself from the branch and drifted off into the night, floating on the breeze, no heavier than a spider?s web.
Nikandros glanced up from the electron microscope and grimaced. This wasn?t good. Running his hands through his hair, he mussed the dark locks in his frustration. He then leaned back in his chair to flex his tired neck muscles. If the little sample he?d been able to collect off of Quinlan?s hand was any indication, she was dabbling in the Bombyx project or knew someone who was.
He reached into the large pocket of his white lab coat and pulled out his video phone. Flipping it open, he set it on the desk atop a stack of papers and pushed redial. After several rings a man?s face appeared on the small screen.
"Korbin," Nikandros said. Dark circles marred the skin beneath Korbin?s sleepy eyes and Nikandros watched him rub at them tiredly. "It?s confirmed."
That woke Korbin up. Blinking blue eyes that seemed to drive women crazy, he stared out from the video display. His voice hard, he asked, "You?re sure?"
"Fairly," Nikandros answered, though he wished he didn?t have to. "It could be why she?s going public after so many years."
"Do you think she?s found the missing part of the formula?" Korbin asked.
"I can?t tell from the sample," replied Nikandros. He scratched the back of his head, before smoothing down his hair. "But, if she has, this celebration could be a veritable seller?s market. Have you seen the copy of the guest list I sent you?"
Korbin nodded. "It?s a genuine who?s who of the scientific underworld. You made contact with her. Do you think she?s up to something?"
"It?s hard to tell. Her eyes are cunning," Nikandros replied, thinking of Quinlan?s lovely green gaze. It had been haunting him ever since that playful smile she?d given him earlier in the park. Feeling his lower extremities becoming uncomfortably full at the memory, he cleared his throat and his head. "I can?t tell if it?s because she is eccentric or because she is a conspirator."
"You need to get closer," Korbin put forth. He nodded thoughtfully. "I think you should seduce her."
Korbin had mentioned the idea before. Nikandros had toyed with it himself, especially after seeing what she looked like. He planned on taking it no further than his personal fantasies. Although, to seduce someone didn?t mean you took them to your bed necessarily. It just meant you made them want to be in it.
As if reading Nikandros? thoughts, Korbin said, "And this time, I don?t just mean romance her. Get her into your bed and screw her--"
"I understand," Nikandros interrupted with a deepening frown.
"What?" Korbin asked, sensing his friend?s hesitance. He almost looked as if he felt sorry for Nikandros? situation, as he asked, "Is she that appalling?"
The answering scowl deepened.
"Ahh," Korbin began to laugh and pounded his fist on his nightstand so that his video phone bounced.
Nikandros detected a woman to moan sleepily from behind his friend?s back. Sniffing in merriment, Korbin lowered his tone to say, "She?s not, is she? Hell, man, it?s about time you got laid. Go get her, tiger."
"I?m hanging up now," Nikandros said, his tone dry.
"No, wait, Nick," Korbin demanded. "I have to tell you something. It?s important."
"What?"
"Do you still know how to do it? If not, I--" Korbin?s laughing voice was cut off as Nikandros shut the video phone.
All right, so it had been awhile since he was attracted to someone enough to sleep with them. He lowered his head onto his hands and groaned. Even know he could smell the erotic perfume of her body.
As far as attraction went, Quinlan St. James had all the right equipment.
Silk pulled low over the balcony. Scaling the side of the old Victorian hadn?t been too hard. Seeing a soft light in the window, she crept under it on her stomach. Then, coming to the edge of the balcony, she climbed over the rail. Weaving a strand from her spinnerets, she jumped off the side and swung herself from one balcony to another. Her cape flapped around her, displaying the tight gray body suit underneath.
Within moments, she worked her way to an opened window and slipped inside, headfirst over a windowsill. Standing, she saw she was in a small bathroom. The decontaminator unit was made to look like an old fashioned shower. She crouched underneath the moving light sensors, not wanting them to detect her. Hitting the black leather pouch on her belt, she again stood. The box would emit a pulse that scrambled any household droids or contraptions, keeping them from alerting their owners as they tried to
?serve her?.
Opening the bathroom door, she stepped out into the hall and stealthily tried to make her way to the stairwell at the far end. Suddenly, a door opened and she froze. Her eyes widened as she pressed into the wall. She was too far from the bathroom to duck back in. Her heart began to pound.
She heard a woman?s voice giggle from within the bedroom. Silk looked all around for a place to hide.
About to reach up and jump to the ceiling, she noticed movement by her side. A large, naked man came from the bedroom. His muscles rippled like an Olympian God and his member was still very much erect and vibrating. Sniffing, Silk grimaced. It was a pleasure droid and he reeked of sex.
Holding very still, she watched as the naked robot passed right next to her. She couldn?t help the curious glance over its backside. She grinned naughtily. For a machine, it was certainly a work of art. A darker face flashed through her head and her smile faded. Why was she thinking of Nick Grant at a time like this?
Hurrying down the stairs before the droid made the return trip back to his mistress? bedroom, Silk rushed across the dark house. She barely noted the antique furniture, or the endless lace and frippery draping all over of it.
Taking a scanner from her belt, she held it up and began to search around, examining behind the walls.
She stopped as she found the inner working of a time lock safe hidden behind some paneling. With a push of a button, she looked inside it. Only a packet of money and some family jewels flashed on her screen so she ignored it. Working her way from room to room, she suddenly stopped as she found what she was looking for. It was the entrance to Dr. Nathaniel?s laboratory.
Pulling back a fake wall, she pushed her pointer finger to the lock and filled it with a hard tissue, packing it full. Then, turning her hand, she unlocked the door and slipped downstairs to the basement.
The laboratory was as long as the courtyard outside. Bright light flooded the metal structure. Silk stealthily made her way over the walkway, pulling her cape over her shoulder so it could not tangle amongst her feet. Holding onto the rail, she hopped over the side. Her fingers wrapped their silken cords over the metal bar and she slowly lowered herself down, her arms directly over her head. Then, stopping, she grimaced.
A full head of dark hair was beneath her, lying on top of a messy desk. If she let go, she would land right on top of the late working scientist. Silk frowned. The lab was supposed to be empty. Dr. Nathaniel was out of town for business and his very lovely trophy wife was enjoying her rental upstairs. As she looked back up, her body began to twist and she turned slightly in the air.
Ah, hell!
Silk released the gossamer strands from her fingers and flipped through the air, dropping to the ground with a heavy thud behind the scientist?s body.
Nikandros felt the presence above him. He didn?t move, pretending to sleep on the desk. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. His senses peaked, ready to do battle. As he heard the thud behind him, he swung around, ready to strike.
Nikandros stiffened, not moving as the lovely creature before him held his fist in her hand. A silver clasp of a stylized butterfly kept a hood to her forehead. He couldn?t see her features beneath the tight mask and the cloak shaded the color of her eyes.
A tight gray body suit hugged every one of her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination but the texture of her skin. A black weapons belt hung low on her hips. Her waist was slender, curving delightfully up.
The cape hid her upper body from view. The sexiest vinyl boots he had ever seen in his centuries of living molded over her calves. Nikandros smiled in manly appreciation.
He?d never been so turned on in his life--or, at least since earlier in the park. The woman blinked, looking more fully at him. He swore her eyes were flecked with purple.
Silk grabbed the hand that flew at her, surprised that the scientist would attack. Usually such men didn?t have it in them. Without warning, she froze, recognizing the handsome face. Her breath caught in her throat.
Silk looked the attractive man over, from his firm parted lips to his solid dark eyes that studied her. He had been in her thoughts since their meeting in the park. She desperately wanted to kiss him, wanted to fulfill the strange fantasies she had of him. But then, something odd happened. His eyes began to shift and change with red, just a tinting. If she hadn?t have seen him out during the day, she would have thought him a vampire.
Silk shook herself from the depths of his sultry dark gaze. The image of the naked pleasure droid came to mind to taunt her, as did her dreams of this man earlier in the day. She had the strangest urge to see if his body could even compare to the robot upstairs or to the fantasies in her head.
Unable to stop herself, she released his hand and twirled. The silk from her fingers pulled his arm around. In one swift motion, she had his wrist pinned behind his back in a silken web.
Nikandros froze, knowing he could get out of her trap if he wanted to. He?d have to reveal his powers to do it, but he could. He didn?t move. He didn?t want to. The action had brought her body close to him and she was pressed fully along his frame. Though her eyes were hard, the body molding into him was anything but.
Silk allowed herself to feel him, never knowing why she let temptation overcome her. Beneath the lab coat, she could feel that he was all solid man--from the definition of his abs to the rock-hard feel of his thighs against hers. To her amazement, she felt his body twitch and rise between her legs. His manhood pressed full into her, giving away its master?s thoughts.
Fear, she would have expected from him. But this?
"This is private property," he whispered, his voice dipping low to send chills over her. He felt her reaction, smelled it in her. His lips brushed forward to where her mouth would have been under her disguise.
"Then I guess I?m trespassing," she murmured back.
Nikandros swore he saw her mask shift with a smile. He knew she felt his body?s response to her and yet she didn?t back away.
"What do you want?" he asked. Vivid images of conquering her over every surface of the laboratory came to mind. "Why are you here?"
Feeling the insistent shove of his rising center as it burned firmly into her hip, she collapsed her body against him and whispered, "Not for this, sweetheart."
Silk swung her hand around him, cocooning him faster than he could think to protest. Grabbing a handheld computer off the desk, she turned at a full run, leaping into the air as she flipped onto the top walkway.
Nikandros broke his arms free just in time to see her body swinging over the side rail. Giving chase, he leapt behind her. His lab coat fluttered to the ground as he stripped of it in midair.
Silk dashed through the living room. With a press of a button, she disarmed the front lawn security and was out the front door. Nikandros cursed as he came from the lab. Dr. Nathaniel?s maid unit sensed his presence and switched on. With a press of her cleavage beneath a skimpy French maid uniform, she tried to get in his way to offer him a drink.
Nikandros pushed her aside. The maid gasped. Her mouth widened with affront. His eyes growing molten with red outrage, he ignored the machine as he ran out the front door. His vision pierced through the darkness with ease, only to stop at the cloaked figure hiding in the shadows. He growled, running up the side of the tree to soar over the fence. Seeing her blurring body, he went after her.
Silk detected the moment he saw her hiding and jumped down from the gate. With a supernatural speed, she began to take off down the quiet residential street. She tired to lose him, jumping down an impossible side cliff with the aid of her gossamer threads. He was right behind her, springing without fear as if he could glide through the air with ease. Seeing a hover bus, she hopped on top of it, clinging to the roof as it sped down the street. Attaching herself with the thread from her fingers, she turned over onto her back to ease herself down the side.
Nikandros, his red gaze flashing fire, landed on top of her. Silk jolted. Nikandros? body came hard against her as the bus hastened forward over the city streets. Everything blurred along their sides until trees and houses were no longer recognizable.
Silk didn?t dare let her fingers go, lest she lose her grip. If she did, they would both go flying to their deaths. Nikandros? fingers curled strong and sure around her wrists. She tried to buck him off of her, but he merely bounced. She struggled against him, grunting to be free.
Nikandros growled. It was a horrific noise meant to drive fear into her. The woman merely continued to fight him. In her efforts, his hips worked between her thighs until his body pressed intimately into her.
Feeling the hard length of him digging and grinding as the bus bounced in the air, she froze. Desire swam into her racing blood, heating her with a liquid excitement she had never felt before. Her heart thundered wildly in her chest with the thrill of the fight, the adrenaline of his chase, the passion in his loins pressed thoroughly into hers.
"Who are you?" he asked in a frustrated growl.
"Silk," she answered simply, not stopping to think.
Nikandros sensed her body heating. Unable to help himself, masculine hunger overtook him and he dropped a hand to her covered breast. He pressed his lips to her masked mouth. Silk moaned in surprise. His lips parted, as if he could taste her through her disguise. His fingers boldly caressed her, as if they could part her from her clothing. He could find no seam in her outfit from which to liberate her.
Suddenly, the bus jolted to a stop. Nikandros flew forward, flipping over, off her body. They were in the city, next to an abandoned bus stop. Silk didn?t wait. She rolled off the side and disappeared into the night. When Nikandros sat back up, he gripped his computer in his hand and watched the last fluttering of her cape.
"We will meet again, Silk," he swore, his body flowing with a potent, animalistic hunger. His hair was tousled from the windy ride.
As he rolled over the side, the bus passengers gasped to see him. They hadn?t heard a thing while in the soundproofed interior.
Clearing his throat, Nikandros smoothed his hair and patted down his clothes. Giving the onlookers a crooked smile, he shrugged and stated, "Almost missed the bus."
Silk ran until her lungs nearly exploded. The bus had taken her miles away from home. Glowering, she reached into her pocket and grabbed a video phone. Covering the camera lens, she called home for a ride. Minutes later, her limo pulled up to take her back to the St. James Estate. She climbed inside before the robotic driver could get out to open her door.
Pulling off her mask, Quinlan frowned. Her hair was matted to her head from her excursion. What was Nick Grant doing at Dr. Nathaniel?s laboratory? And what exactly was he anyway? Who was he?
Thinking of him, her body trembled. Oh, but he had felt wickedly sinful against her. Even now she could feel the hard press of him. Quinlan was sure she?d be up for the rest of the night feeling him in her memory.
Why hadn?t she just bought a pleasure droid? She?d been tempted a few times. But in the end she knew that, though it might soothe the ache in her body, it wouldn?t be able to soothe the loneliness in her heart.
Nick Grant was a mystery. Did he know who she was? Was their chance encounter in the park just a coincidence? Quinlan didn?t believe in coincidences and wasn?t about to start now. Nick was up to something, she just couldn?t figure out what.
Smiling, she thought, But I know how to find out.
Quinlan reached to her side to pull out the handheld computer. It wasn?t there. Cursing, her eyes narrowed. Even as she hated him, he intrigued her. It had been a long time since anyone or anything had quickened her blood like he did when he touched her. "Damn you, Nick Grant. If you want to play, oh, we?ll play."
"This collection is superb, Quinlan," said Henry Thompson, head of the Genetic Science Museum.
Henry was an older, balding gentleman with beady little eyes that gave Quinlan the chills. Right now those eyes were looking over the glass cases that lined the front hall of the castellated mansion home.
Musicians played old ballroom dances--waltzes, merengues, allemandes. Some couples danced, others strolled out into the lit gardens. Quinlan had robotic guards at every door and several between the large main hall and her father?s laboratory. The robots, however, were programmed to respond only to hostility so that whoever wanted to break in would have an easy time of it. What everyone didn?t know was that her father?s laboratory was completely empty--except for some bogus documents she had written herself.
Continuing, Henry said, "They will be a great addition to the museum?s collection. Your father would have been proud."
Quinlan smiled for the man, slowly holding up her glass of champagne. Her home was filled with the most elite members of the scientific community--all of them clamoring to get a look at the famous scientist?s daughter.
"Miss St. James, a photograph, please!"
Quinlan turned her back as a man pulled a camera from his jacket. A flash went off, getting only the long line of her naked back in a sleek red silk dress. Henry Thompson frowned as a robotic security guard grabbed the guest and forcibly escorted him out. He stepped a little too close to Quinlan?s back, lifting his arm to belatedly protect her from the cameraman.
Quinlan pulled artfully away from Henry and kept her face pleasant as if nothing had happened.
"This collection looks incomplete. Have some of the papers been lost?" asked a man Quinlan recognized instantly. She looked into his cool brown eyes, trying to gauge him. There was nothing in the vacuous depths--nothing but greed and an overabundance of pride.
"I?m sorry, you are?" Quinlan asked, pretending she didn?t know.
"Dr. Thomas Nathaniel," he said.
"Oh," said a woman with a shrill, grating voice. "Weren?t you the man whose home was broken into?"
"My laboratory actually," said Dr. Nathaniel.
"Did they discover who?" asked the loud woman with a flick of her richly decorated fingers.
"Just a criminal in need of a microscope," he laughed pretentiously. The surrounding group joined in. "My wife was alone at the time and didn?t see a thing."
"How dreadful for her!" gasped the woman.
Quinlan hid her face into her glass, remembering just how ?alone? the doctor?s wife had been. Looking over Dr. Nathaniel?s excessively thin frame, she guessed Mrs. Nathaniel much preferred to be alone with her Adonis model pleasure droid.
Quinlan tried not to blush. She had looked him up in a catalog late the night before as she considered buying one. Only, as she flipped through the pages, none of the droids struck her fancy. She kept thinking of Nick Grant. A flesh and blood man sounded much more appealing than a bloodless machine.
"I worked with your father right before his death, Miss St. James," said Dr. Nathaniel. "I don?t see some of his later projects here."
"You are right, of course," Quinlan said, noticing how ears perked up at the admission. "I didn?t think it necessary to display his incomplete works. They are no good to anyone."
"But, maybe his research could be continued," said Henry, his eyes lighting with interest at the thought.
"What better testament to your father than to see his work finished?"
"My father?s later years were spent on fanciful dreams, Dr. Thompson. I believe he would like to be remembered for the advances he made in genetic engineering. It is that work which I have given to the public he tried to serve," Quinlan said. A murmur of appreciation went up from around the group and she quietly excused herself with a gracious bow of her coiffed head.
"I?ve been waiting for you to drop something all night, so that I may come to your service, Miss St.
James."
That voice! Quinlan shivered, stopping mid-stride. Of all places, this is not where she thought to see Nick again. Turning around to look at him, she affected an air of confusion.
"I?m sorry?" she asked, cocking her head to the side as she met his steady dark eyes. "I believe you have me confused with someone else."
Quinlan had to focus to keep her eyes from traveling over his deliciously formed body. He was handsome in his dashing black tuxedo. A dark red rose, a perfect match to her dress, was pinned on his lapel. All too well did she remember the press of him to her body--especially into her thighs.
"Quinlan," said Henry, eager to come to her assistance. He?d been hovering over her like a mother hen all night. It was driving her to distraction. "May I introduce you to Dr. Nikandros Grant?"
"Nikandros?" Quinlan asked, a memory pulling at the side of her brain. Her brows furrowed in confusion. She slowly began to nod. "You look like your father."
It was Nikandros? turn to be surprised. "My father?"
"Yes," Quinlan said. "He used to come around when I was a very young girl--maybe six. I remember him because he always arrived at the oddest hours and he was so mysterious...."
Nikandros barely remembered her as the young, ratty-haired girl that would sneak into her father?s laboratory to play with the butterflies and caterpillars. He was surprised that she would remember him at all--er, his father at all.
Now looking at her, in the stunningly sleek gown of blood red silk, he couldn?t see the annoying youngster she had been at all. He?d almost lost himself when he first found her from across the room.
The strong lines of her bared back were showcased in a dipping sweep of material that teased the male eyes with a full view of her muscular lower back. A band dipped around the nape of her neck and crossed over the base of her throat to hold the front of the gown around her breasts. The material again swept to tease. Licking his lips, Nikandros would bet his life she wore nothing beneath the alluring silk.
"I believe my father mentioned you to me," he said gallantly. Henry eyed him suspiciously. He didn?t like the possessive way the man stood too close to Quinlan. "He only had nice things to say."
"Hum, maybe I am thinking of the wrong man." Quinlan laughed. "The Nikandros Grant I?m thinking about use to call me a spoiled brat. I don?t think he cared for me at all--or the fact that I gave all my father?s butterflies names."
Henry laughed, trying to draw her attention. Quinlan felt the man take up her arm. He was trying to lead her away from the breathtakingly handsome gentleman she was flirting with.
Was she flirting with him? Quinlan inwardly grimaced.
"So, Dr. G--," she began.
"Please," Nikandros murmured in a voice that sent chills over her flesh. "Call me Nick."
"All right, Nick," she smiled up at him. Henry?s sweaty hand began to rub. "What is this about me dropping something for you?"
"Ah, you don?t remember?" he asked, affecting a properly injured disposition. "Your wallet? In the park a few days ago?"
"Oh, how silly of me to forget," she affected. Henry began to pull. From the corner of her eye she saw his mouth open as if he would speak. Rushing, she said to Nikandros, "I believe I said I owed you a dance for the favor."
Nikandros saw the pleading in her gaze and instantly smiled. He reached for her. Quinlan gladly lifted her arm away from Henry, who was trying to think of a way to protest. She placed her fingers in Nikandros?
offered hand. His fingers were warmth to her flesh, very unlike the sweaty grip of the museum coordinator. Gracefully, he placed her hand on his forearm.
Watching his eyes for a sign of change, she smiled at him and sighed prettily. His eyes stayed the same dark brown, solid and spine-tinglingly handsome. If she hadn?t seen the shift to red for herself, she would have never believed it. She wondered if he knew who she was. Her heart beat a little faster, thoroughly enjoying the dangerous game.
"Thank you," she murmured coyly when he had taken her out of earshot. "If I had to stand around with those stuffy scientists and doctors any longer, I was going to start screaming."
Nikandros smiled down at her, not letting her see any of his thoughts. He had overheard her comments about her father?s later work. It was good she didn?t have it for public display, but it didn?t mean she wasn?t fishing for buyers.
When Quinlan tried to pull away from him, his arm tightened on her hand.
"What about my dance?" he said in a low tone that neared upon a growl. Nikandros knew that seducing her would be the sweetest assignment he?d ever had and possibly the most disastrous for both of them. It didn?t stop him as he drew her around into his arms. Her mouth opened in surprise, as her body came near his. She could smell the strong lure of his cologne. "I would hate to make you a liar."
Quinlan watched him carefully, intrigued. His smile was all charm--very uncharacteristic of the man who had broken into Dr. Nathaniel?s laboratory to borrow a microscope, and then proceeded to jump over cliffs and onto buses with barely a scratch to show for it. She didn?t trust him. But, she was intrigued and most assuredly aroused.
His hand dropped down over her lower back as he drew her closer. His eyes dared her to pull away as his fingers settled boldly on her naked flesh--almost caressing in their possessive hold against her skin.
Gradually, he brought her closer to his chest. He drew his fingers over her shoulder. A trail of fire ignited on her arm as his touch dipped to cup her hand into his. The corner of his lips lifted, unwittingly tempting her to taste him. The musicians started a new piece and Nikandros took a step back and then another, automatically joining the other couples on the floor.
"You have a beautiful home," he said lightly, easily leading her further onto the floor.
Quinlan just smiled, not answering. Her gaze moved over his shoulder and she saw the portrait of her father staring down at her. Nikandros felt her tense. He knew where her eyes went.
"Tango?" he asked.
Quinlan blinked, drawing her wide gray-green gaze back to him. Nikandros was surprised to see pain there. She quickly hid the emotion.
"Do you tango?" he inquired softly, drawing his head down near her ear. She felt the brush of his breath against her cheek.
Instead of answering, she took an aggressive move toward him, making him back up as she stalked him.
He grabbed her arm, a wide smile on his face, as he swirled her around on the floor. A path cleared and couples stopped to watch. Quinlan was captured in the spell of him and didn?t notice. It was as if they were the only two in the room.
They danced. Their movements were more like a battle of wills than a seduction. But the battle was seducing, heating their blood, impassioning their bodies. Quinlan felt his hands brushing over her back, her waist, barely stroking the silk along the side of her breast. When he touched her, she felt as if he undressed her.
Nikandros? body was firm beneath her palms. She felt the hard press of his arms and chest beneath the tuxedo he wore. In what seemed like only a second, the dance ended. The gathered crowd began to clap. Nikandros pulled her up to face him, setting her tight along his body. The silk was no match to his heat.
Quinlan blinked. Her father?s portrait was looking at them, watching, smiling down from above. Her head moved to the crowd. Henry was there, his face red with jealousy. She swallowed, artfully dipping away from her handsome dance partner. As the musicians started anew, she turned to walk away without a sound.
Nikandros started to go after her, wondering at the sudden chill he?d felt in her toward him. Surely a woman, who danced as confidently as she, did not embarrass easily at the attention of the crowd. He reminded himself that she was a recluse. Maybe she didn?t like crowds.
"Dr. Grant," said Henry, blocking his way. Nikandros watched Quinlan work through the throng, smiling politely at those she passed but not lingering. She slipped up the side stairwell. "I had no idea you were coming tonight. The invitation was for your father."
"My father is dead," Nikandros said easily. He eyed the little man, wanting nothing more than to push past him and go after the red covered goddess. She might not beckon him with words, but her body screamed her attraction loud and clear. "We buried him a few years back. I came to pay my respects to Dr. St. James? daughter. My father always spoke highly of the good doctor."
"I know what you?ve come for," said Henry in a low growl. Nikandros finally turned his attention away from the stairwell to study Henry fully, thinking he meant to possessively mark Quinlan as his own. To his surprise, the man said, "You?ll not get her father?s notes. They belong to the museum."
"What do you know about it?" he asked, keeping his smile light, though his eyes bore down to intimidate the little man.
"I know plenty," said Henry, not backing down. A snarl formed on his lips and he didn?t seem so much the simple little man Nikandros had easily dismissed him as. "I know that Quinlan won?t give them to you--no matter how much you try and seduce her with your charm. She is a smart woman. She won?t be swayed by charm. She might humor you, but she will not be swayed. Besides, the collection is already donated."
"Then what about money?" Nikandros asked, gauging the man. "I take it you?re her...broker?"
Henry smiled. "What I am to her, you don?t need to know."
Nikandros frowned at the obvious implication the man tried to get across. He didn?t buy for a moment that Henry Thompson was Quinlan?s lover. He?d sensed more than saw her repulsion when the man had touched her arm. Her eyes had begged him to get her away from him.
"Look around you, dear boy," said Henry, very condescending. "She doesn?t need your money.
Anything she does will be done out of loyalty."
Nikandros didn?t move. His blood slowed in his veins, leaving him cold.
Henry sniffed, looking him up and down. "You will never be able to have her loyalty."
Henry turned away as someone vied for his attention, a wide grin of victory on his lips. Nikandros silently watched him, before walking out one of the side doors leading to the garden. It was worse than he thought. If Quinlan was selling the formula, then he could have easily come up with the money to buy it from her, if she wouldn?t hand it over to him willingly.
However, loyalty was something else altogether. Henry was right. She was a billionaire. Her loyalty would not be easily purchased. Besides, he sensed a great amount of pride in her. Even if she weren?t rich, she wouldn?t be easily turned from a cause she believed in.
Quinlan?s body was on fire. The thin red silk was no match for Nikandros? hands on her body. If anything, it had made his touch all the more erotic. She swallowed, knowing he was a distraction to her.
She had a duty to her father to find out who killed him. She had a duty to herself to put an end to the whole formula mess once and for all. No one would be getting the formula. No one. Not even a handsome stranger with the body of a God and the dance moves to match.
It didn?t take Quinlan long to realize Nikandros seduced her for her father?s formula. Everyone at the party had hinted at its existence in one subtle way or another. Finding the murderer was proving harder than she first imagined. She?d just have to wait for that one person who would threaten her. She?d dangle hints of it all around until whoever burned badly enough with greed would come forward.
Nikandros would have been too young when her father died to be a big part of the conspiracy, but what of his father? Did he come to fulfill a family legacy? She would have to be very cautious of him.
The blood in her veins was still heavy with desire and the persistent throb in her stomach that only grew each passing moment until she thought she might explode. Quinlan knew she would also have to be very cautious of herself. She wanted Nikandros like she had never wanted anyone--much more than she had wanted that fumbling idiot who?d taken her virginity after her father died. She?d been on a self-destructive path of self-loathing at the time, hating her father and herself for what she had become.
But that was then, before she had discovered the true depths of her gift and her curse. Her father?s formula had made it one and the same. She was cursed to be alone, blessed to be a heroine. She?d done a lot of good in the last ten years. She?d saved lives, helped the helpless. And not once did anyone discover their helper. Her life was a complicated secret and she preferred to keep it that way.
Crossing over to her bedroom fireplace, she pushed a brick. A small door slid open and she ducked into the secret passage. Ignoring Silk?s bodysuit hanging on the wall of the small den, she walked quickly past it into a narrow hall that led out into the garden. When she emerged, she was behind a rose bush. She closed her eyes, listening, taking quick stock of her surroundings with her sensitive hearing. The closest person she could detect was fifty yards to her right.
Quinlan straightened, walking out into the moonlit garden as if she had been there all along.
"That was an interesting trick. You?ll have to show me how you did that."
She shivered. A smile came unbidden to her excited, panting lips at the sound of his voice. Turning, she watched Nikandros alight from the shadows. She hadn?t sensed him there.
Cocking her head to the side, she shot him a sultry smile and asked, "Are you stalking me, Dr. Grant?"
Nikandros watched the blue moonlight play across Quinlan?s lovely features. He?d sensed more than saw her coming from the side of the home. Unable to help himself, he went to her. He tried to tell himself that it was his duty to go to her. But as he felt the burning desire in his loins, he knew that it was something else altogether that spurred him on.
"I should have you thrown out for this," Quinlan said after a long moment of impassioned silence. Sparks flew between them and they each knew it.
Instead of answering, he smiled.
"I have a feeling you are a dangerous man, Nick Grant," Quinlan said. They were hidden by the shadows of a tree from the rest of the guests. The feel of him dancing with her had not lessened and she wanted to go eagerly back into his arms.
Nikandros took the low, sultry words as an invitation to go forward.
"And you, my dear, are a mystery," he returned. His hand lifted to her cheek. Her eyes dreamily closed at his touch. There was no point denying the desire between them. It blazed on the night like stars shooting across the heavens.
"So we?re agreed?" she sighed, letting him feel her. She was too weak to protest. He had taken up too many of her thought as of late. "We don?t trust each other."
Her lips parted, begging him to taste her.
"Not in the slightest," he whispered back, leaning to claim her mouth with his. His fingers glided to her slender neck, holding her steady and light, as he felt the pulse racing beneath her flesh.
Quinlan moaned to feel him. The contact felt odd after being alone and untouched for so long. His lips were tender, persuasive, teasing. When his tongue edged forward, tasting the champagne on her lips, she gasped in excitement.
Nikandros nearly groaned to hear the soft, feminine plea. In that moment, she almost sounded helpless, vulnerable. He drew back to study her face. Her eyes were closed to him, her lips still parted.
Quinlan felt as if she was in a cloud. She wanted him to keep touching her. She wanted him to kiss her, to make love to her. His hand was so gentle against her body. His lips were so firm and commanding, yet giving. She?d felt his kiss all the way to her curling toes. Her body burned. She felt ... she felt a vibrating at her throat?
"Quinlan?" Nikandros said when she didn?t move.
"The lab," she whispered, blinking to awareness. Her hand went to her throat. Beneath the crossing of silk, the silent alarm vibrated against her skin. Someone was breaking into her father?s laboratory. Jolting into action, she began to run to a servant?s entrance to the house.
Nikandros had heard her soft whisper and moved to follow behind her as she darted away. Quinlan ignored him, intent on finding out who was trying to steal her father?s formula.
She tore through the servant hall and through the kitchen, ignored by the robotic staff as she whipped past them. They continued working, loading trays full of champagne and wine, caviar and toast points.
With a push of a button, a stone wall moved and shifted, creating an entrance into a separate hall.
Nikandros grabbed her arm as she tried to rush forward. The door shut, sealing them in the passageway.
Dim red lights switched on to part the darkness.
"Quinlan, wait," he commanded. His gaze easily detected her in the darkened light. Her skin glowed eerie in the red and her gown looked as if it bled from her body. "You don?t know who--"
"I can take care of myself," she growled, jerking her arm away. With a few narrow turns, she opened the secret entrance into the laboratory.
The room was dusty, almost exactly like her father had left it all those years ago--aside from what she had moved out for the museum display. Stiffening, she stopped and listened. She felt Nikandros take up her elbow, as if he would push her behind his back to protect her. She would have laughed at the chivalry, if the situation weren?t so serious.
Quinlan knitted her brow in concentration, hearing a noise on the far side where her father?s thinking couch still sat. William had spent many hours lying on the old piece of worn furniture as he figured out scientific equations.
Suddenly, a giggling rose and a woman?s voice said, "Oh, but you?re programmed to be a quiet one, aren?t you?"
Quinlan frowned, glancing over at Nikandros. He too studied the couch.
"Now, where?s your control panel?" the woman murmured. "I know you?ve got to have one here some...oh, here it is. Let?s see...yellow and red make erection."
Quinlan instantly stepped forward. She grimaced. On her father?s old couch was Mrs. Nathaniel with the butler unit. She had his uniform lifted off his slightly rounded stomach was trying to reprogram the unresponsive unit to....
"Excuse me," Quinlan said. "This room is off limits. And I would appreciate it if you didn?t reprogram the help."
Nikandros hid his chuckle at the wryness of her tone. Mrs. Nathaniel blinked, nearly screaming in surprise at being found out.
"Get back to the party before I tell your husband you have a robot fetish," Quinlan ordered. The woman nodded her head and scurried off, her face coloring in horror and mortification.
Quinlan sighed in frustration. She had been so sure she was going to solve the mystery. Disappointment was hard to swallow. She went to the unit and began rerouting the wires to their original settings.
"How did you know she had a robot fetish?" Nikandros asked, a suspicion forming in the back of his mind.
"Lucky guess," she murmured in distraction. She righted the uniform. "Only a woman with a robot fetish would know which wires to cross."
The butler unit blinked and sat up. "Welcome home, Miss."
"Restart program," ordered Quinlan. The butler nodded and blinked. He stood before her. "Back to your post."
The butler silently walked out the laboratory door.
"So, this is your father?s lab?" Nikandros asked, looking around when they were alone. He remembered the place well. He had spent many hours with William in it. William had been a good man with a truly pure heart and had treated him like a son.
"It was," Quinlan said, a hard edge to her tone.
Nikandros studied her. Her eyes were no longer soft or dreamy when she looked at him. She moved, glancing around to see if anything was disturbed. His body still burned for her, wanting to draw her back into his arms.
With that in mind, he went to her and ran the backs of his fingers over her bare back, from her neck to her side. He lightly let his fingers dip beneath the silk to land on her waist in a most intimate caress. She trembled beneath his hand. Nikandros leaned into her, letting her feel the hard length of his desire against her hip.
Nikandros wanted nothing more than to pull up her gown and passionately take her right there in the laboratory. His mind came up with many splendid options--the desk, the couch, the floor, backed up against a wall. He dipped his head near her neck, intent on kissing her nape and exploring the soft skin of her body further.
"Can we pick up where we left off?" he hushed, sending a wave of tremors over her spine at the thought.
Quinlan pulled away and walked to the door. His hard body had burned her through the silk of her gown and she became nervous. "I can?t. I have guests I must attend to and a speech to give."
Nikandros sighed. As he moved to follow her, his hand darted to a table and pulled a sheet from a dusty file. Deftly, he tucked it into his pocket. When she turned around to glance at him, he smiled angelically at her.
Quinlan frowned in suspicion, nodding her head to indicate he should leave first. Nikandros walked boldly past, stopping long enough to send her a heated look of tempered desire. Quinlan shivered, watching him walk down the hall. Then, looking back over the laboratory, she whispered, "Sorry, dad.
Don?t worry. I?ll get them next time."
Quinlan?s speech was short and sweet. She sung praises about her father?s earlier works and alluded enigmatically to his later ones. Mrs. Nathaniel was next to her husband, looking properly mortified as she refused to meet Quinlan?s eyes. During her speech, she felt Nikandros? dark gaze on her from the back of the crowd, stabbing into her with his denied passion. No doubt he was upset by her dismissal of him.
"Very lovely," said Henry to her as she stepped back down from the podium to rejoin the party. His hand lifted, as if to touch her back, but hesitated and merely hovered as he tried to guide her into the crowd.
"Thank you," acknowledged Quinlan. She saw Nikandros watching her from the distance, his eye alighting possessively on her. His jaw stiffened and he didn?t make a move to come to her.
Quinlan shivered.
"Is something wrong?" Henry asked.
Quinlan blinked in surprise and turned to him.
"You look pale," he continued.
"I?m just tired. It?s been a long night," she answered.
Henry nodded, seeming to understand.
Nikandros watched Quinlan?s face stiffen as she talked to Henry. He wondered what they could have been discussing that would make her skin turn pale like that. Her eyes darted to the man as she answered him, before moving around the crowd. Nikandros dipped back into the shadows, slipping out of sight.
Quinlan heaved a sigh of relief as the guests left. She was glad the party was finally over. Henry had been the last to leave, promising to send over movers first thing in the morning to take the glass cases and oversized photograph to their permanent new home in the museum. His eyes had looked her over as if he wanted to ask her something, but she yawned heavily for show and bid him goodnight before he could speak.
Leaving the maid units to clean up the mess, she grimaced to discover someone had thrown up in her broken water fountain. It only served as a reminder of why she hated throwing these functions. If she never did it again, she?d be happy.
After ordering the security droids to search and scan the entire premises, Quinlan slowly made her way to her bedroom. The house was quiet again, just as she liked it. The droids ignored everything but their task at hand.
Her bedroom was dark and she called for fire, not bothering to ask for more light. With a pull of two hairpins, her hair spilled down over her shoulders. She dropped the clips on her vanity and kicked off her shoes. The maid unit switched on, picking up after her.
"Shower," Quinlan called, crossing over next to the fireplace to where her bathroom door was.
"Mind if I join you?"
For a moment, Quinlan thought it was her fantasy coming to life. Her hands dropped from the back of her neck. She?d been almost ready to unclasp the straps to her dress. Spinning on her heels, she saw Nikandros lounging on her bed, a wide smile on his face as he watched her.
"Please, don?t stop what you were doing on my account." His words were low and sultry. His eyes glowed with meaning as he looked at her dress. His gaze turned seductive in the orange glow of the firelight.
"Privacy," Quinlan demanded.
Nikandros blinked in confusion at the order until she saw the maid unit leaving.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked when they were alone, a little too weakly for her liking.
"I thought you might like to see me," he said, bringing his feet around the edge of the bed. His tuxedo jacket was off, lying across one of her chairs. "Since we were interrupted last time."
Quinlan swallowed. It was more than her erotically charged brain could take in, seeing him next to her bed--a place where the naughtiest thoughts of him had occurred.
"I didn?t invite you in here," she said, taking an unwitting step back. Her legs shook, as she debated what to do. Did she take him up on his offer and let him shower with her? Or did she call for her droid guards and have him dragged out of her home?
"I think you should let me stay," he murmured, as if he read her thoughts easily on her face.
"What do you want?" she whispered, her eyes taking him into their wide green depths.
At that, he smiled, coming forward until he towered above her. His hand lightly touched her throat, running down over her breast in a tender stroke. Quinlan gasped as her nipple budded to instant attention against a circling thumb. He smiled a devilishly wicked smile.
"That, my darling," he whispered, his eyes daring her to run. "I would think was most obvious."
Quinlan gasped as he seized her hand firmly in his and pulled it onto his full arousal. He was rigid and hard beneath her palm, thick and ready for impaling.
"I want you," he said with a manly growl.
Quinlan shivered at the admission. His mouth dipped forward to swallow anything she might say. She trembled at the onslaught of his lips. This searing kiss wasn?t tender like the one in the garden. It was hard and demanding--just like the rest of him. His teeth devoured her, biting. His tongue soothed the wounds, licking and teasing, stealing her breath.
Before she knew what was happening, his tongue was dipping into her mouth and his hands were on her thigh, lifting her silk covered leg up to his waist. Quinlan?s hands were all over him, pulling at the white linen of his shirt to bare his chest to her. Buttons snapped off at her eager exploration.
Their panting moans rose up between them. His chest was smooth, molded in hot perfection. Each muscle was toned and rippled when he pressed himself against her. The doorframe dug into her tender back. She didn?t care. The silk of her gown was no match for his branding heat.
With a groan, Nikandros pulled away. His hot eyes tinged with red as he looked her over. Her leg dropped to the ground.
"Remove the dress," he ordered fervently.
Quinlan could not disobey. He was every fantasy she had ever had rolled into one man of flesh and bone. At the moment, she didn?t care who he was or that he might be using her. She couldn?t care, not when her body burned with such passionate ardor.
Taking her hands to her neck, she pulled her dress free. The material whispered over her skin, pooling on the floor at her feet. She was completely naked under the gown, just as he had expected. His eyes narrowed as he took her in--her round breasts, the pleasant shading of her nether region. His lips parted.
He was pleased, very pleased.
His hands at his waist, he noticed the steam from the water shower was beginning to fog the bathroom.
He licked his lips.
"I want to make love to you," he said boldly. His managed to unbutton his pants and they slipped from his waist. Kicking out of his clothes, he stood naked before her.
Quinlan?s eyes widened as she looked him over. Not an ounce of fat marred his thick frame. The wide base of his desire stood tall, frightfully persuasive in its large size. Not even in her dreams had he been this delectable. She couldn?t speak.
"You?re exquisite," he continued to stare. "I want to make love to you in the shower."
Quinlan?s mouth went dry. She slowly started to back away from him into the shower stall. She opened the door and stepped inside. Before she could even turn around, she felt his hands on her naked back.
Nikandros shut the door as he stepped in behind her. His hands glided over her flesh, at once finding hold on her chest. Insistently, he pushed her forward until her body was pressed against the unforgiving tile wall. His lips dipped to drink from her wet flesh, kissing and licking her delectable skin.
"You taste so good," he said between sips. She gasped, her hand reaching behind her to feel for him.
Her fingers met with flexing muscular hips.
Nikandros groaned, pressing his risen manhood into her tender backside. Quinlan whimpered, gasping loudly as he began to rub himself into the sensitive flesh of her cleft. She knew the house was empty, knew that the robot staff wouldn?t care if she screamed in pleasure.
"You like that, don?t you?" he demanded hotly. His teeth bit into the tender lobe of her ear. "You want me inside you, don?t you?"
"Yes," she panted, liking the sound of his voice, the feel of him. His hands were doing delightful things to her breasts, tweaking and teasing them to hard points.
At her admission, Nikandros turned her in the shower to face him. He kissed her softly, passionately.
His fingers glided over her hot, wet skin, sending wave after wave of desire through her.
Quinlan was on fire. She felt cream pooling between her thighs, wet and hot and so very ready for him.
When he lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, she didn?t protest. His hands supported her. His weight pressed her back into the wall.
Nikandros guided himself forward. Her wet heat called to him. He stroked himself lightly along her opening, parting her velvet lips with his hard shaft, testing to see if she was ready to accept him. He?d waited for so long, had been tormented by the sound of her voice. He had been haunted in dreams and in wakefulness.
To her surprise, he took her slowly, entering her with a gentleness that made her body weak and strong at the same time. Quinlan had never felt anything like him. He tested her, probing as he stretched her to fit around him. The shower made their skin glide easily, just as her wetness made his claiming all the sweeter.
Nikandros groaned as she fitted around him. She was tight, but her muscles surrendered to his solid heat. Not stopping until he was fully embedded, he growled loudly.
"Oh," she breathed, wiggling against him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. "Yes. Yes."
Grabbing onto her hips, he began to move, pulling out only to delve back inside. Nikandros grunted.
Quinlan screamed. Their bodies slammed together in a primal rhythm.
"Oh, ye-es, Nick," she gasped, urging him on. Her head fell forward to bite at his neck. He continued to move, picking up the tempo of his possession.
"Ah, Quinlan, you feel so good, so tight," he growled, trying to control her hips and touch all of her at the same time. The movements of his body quickened, sparking a reaction deep inside her.
When he pulled back, her eyes were staring into him, wide and trusting. Something inside of him broke in that moment. He saw her loneliness--so deep and raw. He knew she was innocent of everything they thought her capable of. He couldn?t explain it, but he knew it as sure as he knew himself.
The swiftness with which her body peaked amazed her as she tensed against him, arching violently into the tile. Nikandros almost lost his footing on the slick stone beneath his feet. And, as her body tightened around him with forceful tremors, clenching him hard, it was all he could do to hold on as he jerked his release into her.
Nikandros lowered Quinlan down from the wall. At first, he didn?t move away, keeping her pressed against him, trapped to him. The feel of her soft body beneath him made him want to stand there forever, protecting her.
She quivered against the solid mass of his flesh, feeling secure in his strong arms. She couldn?t explain it, but she knew she was falling for him. She knew it wasn?t completely due to the sensations she?d just experienced--though they had shattered her world. It was like she knew him, like she?d known him all her life.
Nikandros slowly pulled back, only to kiss her in an effort to cut off anything she might try to say.
Whatever she thought, he didn?t want to hear it. Yet again, she moaned lightly against him, easily melting into his passion. At the soft sound, he was surprised to find his body eager to claim her all over again.
"Turn off the shower," he murmured to her panting lips.
"Shower off," she breathed, sucking his tongue into her mouth. The water instantly stopped spraying.
"Invite me to your bed," he urged.
Quinlan nodded, her finger wound up into his soft wet hair, as she whispered, "Mm-hum. Come to my bed."
His hand found its way over her hip. His fingers moved to touch her intimately, bolding circling around her until she felt her hips jerk in response.
"Invite me to come inside you," he whispered.
"Yes," she breathed, growing hot under his touch. Her eyes closed in pleasure. She didn?t know how he managed it, but with a few simple words he?d heated her back past the point of reasoning. "Oh! Come inside me."
Nikandros growled. Quinlan giggled as he swung her up into his arms and rushed her across her bedroom. Her body glided onto the silk sheets of her bed as he laid her down.
"You feel just like this silk," he confessed, running his hands over her as he came to lay half way on top of her moist body. Her gray-green eyes widened at the admission. His large thigh pressed her legs down, trapping her beneath him, not that she had anywhere else she wanted to go.
His nose nudged near her ear, pushing her cheek over so he could place hot kisses along her neck. Her body was still wet from the shower and it aided his lips as they slid to envelop the base of her throat, moving along her collarbone. Quinlan shivered, arching slightly into him.
"Where did you come from?" she whispered in awe, panting as he kissed her. Surely he had emerged from her dreams. Reality was never like this.
Nikandros wanted to tell her the truth, but couldn?t. When his lips stilled in their journey, she pulled back to study him.
"Who are you, really?" she asked, her eyes searching and vulnerable. She swallowed. She had been alone for so long, that she never imagined that anything could take away the ache she felt. But, with him, she didn?t feel the emptiness.
Nikandros closed his eyes, fighting the truth that tried to spill forth from him. He?d never realized until that moment of ecstasy in her arms how alone his centuries had truly been. He was old enough to know his feelings for what they were. He was old enough to know his own heart. He was old enough to know he couldn?t blow his cover until he had solid proof that she wasn?t guilty. Taking a deep breath, he said the only truth he could. "I am a man you shouldn?t trust just yet."
Her eyes fell. He felt her sadness as if it was his own.
"But I am also a man who wants nothing more than to be here right now, making love to you," he whispered.
Quinlan took the answer for what it was, knowing that was all he would or could say. She was familiar with secrets. Slowly, she nodded, offering her neck up to him so he could resume his pleasurable torture of her skin.
Nikandros was awed by how easily she accepted his response. She did not scream or try to coax answers from him. She did not demand anything from him at all, except what he would readily give her.
He again kissed her throat, licking at her pulse until it began to speed up at his rapt attention.
His hand found her breast, ripening a nipple with his thumb. His lips found the other peak, nipping at it with his teeth only to soothe it the next instant with a deep kiss. Quinlan moaned, loving the feel of his strong body. His kisses trailed over her stomach, to her hips, only to center on her most intimate need.
He was surprised to find her ready for him as his fingers dipped inside to stroke her. Her leg rubbed restlessly against him, her foot working its way to lie against his arousal, stroking him in return the only way she could reach.
Quinlan thought she died when his lips latched onto her moistened center. His fingers began to move more insistently, urging her to climax against his hand. She began to tremble. Nikandros felt the response and sucked her deeper into his mouth. His fingers quickened until her hands were in his hair smothering his lips into her softness. Her head thrashed wildly against her pillows.
"Nick," she screamed, jerking and tensing against him. It was the most beautiful sound he?d ever heard.
He didn?t let up until he milked every last quiver her body had to offer him. A dominant smile on his lips, he released her and crawled up over her weakened body.
He moved as if he would enter her, but Quinlan tightened her thighs on his waist and flung him onto his back with a surprising strength. A sultry vixen?s smile came to her mouth as she eyed his naked and readied body.
"I must have you," he growled, reaching to grab her hips. She met his hands and pressed them over his head, pinning him down. The moisture from her body slid between them as she sat on his hard stomach.
"It?s my turn to play," she whispered.
Nikandros was glad that her head dipped to kiss his chest, because his mouth fell open in amazement at the bold statement. Her lips were on his hot flesh, tracing a pattern over the ridges of his muscles. Her mouth was light, dropping little feathery caresses along him until he squirmed to be free of her torture.
She was amazedly strong, but he knew that if really wanted to, he could buck her off him. But, as she sat up, he saw the lowered lids of her impassioned gaze and he wouldn?t have stopped her torture for the world. She leaned over to explore his neck and throat, biting him as he had her and then soothing the same way.
"Do you like this?" she asked, licking her way to his earlobe. She was answered by a husky growl.
"Yes," he groaned. The loudness of his response pleased her.
She kissed up his jaw to claim his mouth. She sucked at his eager tongue, massaging it with her own. His hips jerked and her body slid back along his waist so that her backside was flush against his heavy erection. She could feel him against her, large and powerful. The smooth skin of him rubbed insistently into her as he thrust his hips up, searching for his release that could not come unless she took him deep inside.
"I must have you now," he urged against her mouth, not letting her up from his all-consuming kiss. "Let me inside you, Quinlan, please. I need to feel your silken depths before I explode."
Quinlan released his arms. He growled, his hands automatically finding her hips to raise her up. With a potent force, he guided himself directly inside of her, hitting hard upon her heated core. Quinlan jerked in surprise.
Nikandros howled with delight at the feel of her on top of him. His stomach tensed and he sat up, rocking her thighs against his hips. The action caused him to go deeper still. His fingers dug into the silk sheets as he braced his arms back. Her hips began to move, controlling the motion of their thrusts. His knees bent and his heels dug into the bed for leverage. His body jerked, impatient to meet the down stroke of her hips, slamming his body up into hers.
"Ah, faster," he begged her, breathless and gasping for air. "Harder."
Quinlan began to move faster, instantly discovering the delight of claiming him hard.
"Harder," he growled, pumping up into her, his whole body tensing and flexing.
She could not deny him. Watching his face, contorted in what seemed like agony, she gave him what he begged for. Her body squeezed him, colliding against him, forcing him to come inside her as she rode him hard. Her body began to peak with desire. Sweat glistened on their skin. She tried to hold back from her climax, wanting to give him his first.
"Oh, yeah, sweetheart," he implored demandingly. "That?s it. Ah, that?s it. Don?t stop. Just ... like ...
that, darling. Don?t stop ... ah. Keep it hard. Oh, you feel so good on me."
Quinlan couldn?t deny herself any longer as his words washed over her. She pushed him back. She braced her hands onto his chest as he fell over in surprise. Her fingers dug into his nipples. She circled her hips while still pounding into his flesh. Her body began to tense, she could feel it coming, she needed it to come, she needed him to release her....
"Aahh!" she screamed, shaking ferociously as she peaked. Her hands clawed viciously into him.
Nikandros? head fell back as he arched into her. He never felt anything like it. It was as if her body sucked the life out of him and he willingly gave it to her. His mouth opened, his eyes sought to look at her, wanting the memory of her climaxing pose to forever be with him. He was stunned to see her eyes shifted to the subtlest purple.
"Silk," he whispered.
Quinlan collapsed on top of him, breathless. She couldn?t move. "What did you say?"
"I said you feel like silk," he murmured into her hair. She was too spent to move. His lips trailed to her temple to give her a gentle kiss. She fell asleep on his body, his member still embedded within her.
Nikandros didn?t know how long he dozed, but sometime during his rest, Quinlan had slid off to his side and now lay nestled next to him on the bed. She was achingly beautiful in her nakedness and his body stirred, wanting to take possession of her again. Her lips parted and she moaned in her sleep, tempting him to a kiss. He held back. He didn?t dare wake her.
Thinking of her shifting eyes, he slowly stood and went to look for the formula he?d stolen from her father?s laboratory. It angered him slightly that she would just leave it lying out like that. He didn?t dream for a moment that a scientist?s daughter wouldn?t know what it was--especially William?s daughter.
Guilt overwhelmed him as he pulled the paper out. Slowly, he read over the encoded documentation. It was part of William?s research. He knew because William had used part of his DNA coding in his research and Nikandros recognized the sequencing.
Getting to the end, he frowned. The work was incomplete and, in the corner, in a tight script that looked just like William?s, it read, All attempts to produce genetic enhancements a complete failure. All subjects unstable and die within twelve hours before any genetic altering can even take hold. Am regretfully calling an end to the project.
It was dated the day before William died.
Nikandros glanced at the bed to the sleeping woman. The smooth curve of her backside was to him.
The documents were fakes--good fakes, but fakes nonetheless. He knew because he had seen the real research. Where this paper claimed to hit a dead end, they had surpassed by leaps and bounds.
He sighed, knowing he would be expected to report in. Taking a leap of faith, he grabbed a pen from his pocket and scrolled quick note onto the back of the page. Then, laying it by her head, he placed the rose from his lapel on top of it. He wanted to kiss her again, but didn?t dare until this nasty business was done for good.
Quietly, he dressed and snuck from her bedroom window, leaping down the way he?d gotten in. His body blended completely with the darkness, blurring as he moved, turning into a fine, undetectable mist as he went easily past her security.
Quinlan awoke the next morning with a smile forming on her lips before she even opened her eyes. She was thoroughly rested. Yawning, she reached across her large bed, searching for Nikandros. To her disappointment, he wasn?t there. Still grinning like a fool, her fingers hit a flower. She grabbed the bud, sitting up to look around. The fire still burned golden. Save for her, the room was empty.
"Nick?" she called lightly, her head leaning over to look into the bathroom as she smelled the red rose.
There was no answer. She frowned in disappointment. Then, seeing a white piece of paper on her pillow, she picked it up.
I know the truth about your father?s formula. Meet me tonight. Pierson Park. Midnight. Nikandros.
Quinlan?s hand trembled as she turned the paper over. It was the fake sheet she?d put in her father?s office and carefully sprinkled with dust to make it look like an original. Her hands trembled and a tear slid down her face. If Nikandros knew the truth, then others might know it as well. She couldn?t let the secret out. She couldn?t let them make more like her. She had to stop him.
"No," she whispered, looking down at her naked body in bittersweet dejection. "Silk has to stop him."
Nikandros frowned into the video phone. "I don?t think she is trying to sell the formula."
Korbin?s eyes narrowed. "What makes you think that?"
"I just do," Nikandros said. He rolled a little piece of silk residue in his fingers. He?d found it on his chest when he got back to his hotel room, next to the scratch marks from Quinlan?s fingers. He?d also seen the way her eyes changed to a most familiar purple.
"Are you sure you?re not thinking with your--" began Korbin.
"William figured out the formula," Nikandros broke in. "It?s complete."
"No," Korbin whispered, with an expression akin to horror. "Then you know what we must do. We have to get that formula. If it fell into the wrong hands, just imagine the evil we?d be dealing with."
"I don?t think she?s going to give it out," Nikandros said, wondering what made him so sure of that fact.
"You?re not thinking straight," Korbin said. "I know you like her, but--"
"I think I love her," Nikandros said. Korbin paled. He knew his friend would never say anything like that lightly.
"Nick," Korbin began, almost mournful.
"All I ask is that you give me time to talk to her before you send in the other Protectors. If she is trying to give out the formula, I?ll take her down myself--on my honor." Nikandros stared boldly in the phone.
"All right," Korbin said. After hundreds of years of working together, he knew to take Nikandros at his word. But, from experience, he also knew that love clouded the mind. He didn?t know what was going on down in Pierson City, but he was sure he didn?t like it. "I?ll give you till tomorrow. But if the formula?s completed, she could already have a buyer lined up for it. I can?t think of a single man at that party I would want to have it."
"I know," Nikandros said. "I won?t let you down. Trust me."
"I do, old friend," Korbin said. "Just don?t forget who you are ... what we are. We are the Protectors and we must do just that."
Nikandros nodded, switching off the phone. His eyes drifted down to the silk ball he had rolled in his hands. Slowly, he lifted his fingers and threw it at the trashcan. It was time to end this.
It was a half an hour until midnight and Silk wasn?t sure what made her go to her father?s laboratory instead of straight to Pierson Park. The tight, familiar fit of her clothes was comforting to her skin as she walked silently through the secret passageways.
Henry Thompson had sent a crew to pick up her father?s collection earlier in the day and she was a little sad to see the big portrait go. With it there, so big and commanding, she had felt like he was with her again, watching over her. Then Nikandros had come and she felt the loneliness leaving her for a sweet moment of ecstasy.
It had been so hard the last ten years--alone and isolated from the world. No one had been there to help her understand her new powers. She couldn?t let anyone in, lest they discover her secret. She would not be exposed for a freak--prodded and tested and torn apart until there was nothing left. And, most importantly, she would not see anyone else burdened with her curse.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the secret door to the laboratory. For a moment, she let herself remember what it was like to be a young girl, sneaking away from her nanny to go to her father?s lab.
He?d always scold her, but never once did he send her away.
Clutching her teddy bear, she?d watch him look into his microscope. He always took the time to show her what he worked on, doing his best to explain complex concepts to a young daughter who didn?t understand them. All Quinlan had known at the time was that her father was a good man and he was trying to save and improve lives. Dr. William St. James had done just that time and time again. But the two lives he couldn?t save, were his own and his daughter?s.
"I?m sorry, Dad," she whispered, feeling like a failure. All she ever wanted was to avenge him and put an end to the reality of his formula.
Suddenly, two strong arms clamped around her from behind. Silk had been so lost in thought, that she didn?t hear anyone else in the room. Glancing down through the red fog of the security lights, she saw two very strong, pale masculine hands on her arms.
Silk didn?t scream, biding her time.
"I?m sorry, Daddy," came a mocking feminine whine.
Silk blinked, narrowing her eyes through the mask as she peered out into the darkness. To her amazement, Mrs. Nathaniel walked out from behind her father?s antique filing cabinet.
"Ah, great," Silk said, giving a heavy sigh of frustration. "You?re not trying to seduce the robotic help again are you?"
Mrs. Nathaniel grimaced, storming forward to slap Silk across the face with the flat of her palm. "Shut up! I was rewiring to listen to your messages."
Silk just laughed. It occurred to her that the hands on her arms more than likely belonged to the Adonis model pleasure droid.
"Uh-huh," chuckled Silk, mocking. "The last time I checked, robotic droids didn?t store their message files in their erections."
"Hurt her, Adonis," cried Mrs. Nathaniel, pulling at her blonde hair.
The pleasure droid squeezed ever so slightly, but didn?t really do her skin any harm. Pleasure droids were not programmed for pain. They were like any other droid. If they tried to really hurt a human, they would self-destruct instantly. Silk, an idea forming in her head, gritted her teeth as if she were in pain.
"That?s better," said Mrs. Nathaniel. "Now, tell me where you?ve hidden your father?s formula."
"Formula?" spat Silk, giving a pretend jerk in the android?s arms. "What formula?"
"Argh!" the woman screeched, slapping Silk again.
Silk frowned. This was quickly getting old.
"Did your husband send you here?" Silk asked.
"My husband?" the woman asked, laughing.
Silk held perfectly still, watching her wild eyes roll in her head.
"My husband," Mrs. Nathaniel spat with venom, "is too busy with his lecture tours and publicity trips to even dream of such a thing."
"Oh, so you?re just a poor little victim?" mocked Silk.
"Where is the formula?!" the woman demanded.
"There is no formula. It doesn?t work," Silk said.
"Then why are you all dressed up in your Halloween costume?" the woman challenged.
"I?m rich," Silk said, "and eccentric. Don?t you read the papers?"
"I know the formula exists! I?ve seen it," screamed Mrs. Nathaniel. She began to run her hands into her hair, pulling at the tender strands. Her lips curled in anger as she huffed, "I?ve felt the power of it inside me. I?ve got to have it again."
"You lie," Silk said. "If you?d of felt it, you?d still have it and wouldn?t need the formula."
"You know it doesn?t last!" the woman cried. "Now tell me where it is."
Silk knew that the woman was insane. Her wild eyes rolled back in her blonde head.
"Prove it," Silk said. "Tell me how."
"I?ve felt it," said the woman. Greed lit in her gaze. "I came to visit your father to have him build me a biomechanical droid--you know something that feels more real. That was before I developed a taste for synthetic. Anyway, your father wouldn?t help me and in my anger I cut my finger on a piece of glass. His formula spilled on me. And I know he gave it to you. I?ve seen you. I saw how you leapt over my fence the night you broke into my house. Now, tell me where it is!"
Silk?s lips tightened, letting the woman hang herself with her own words. Adonis? hands stayed strong, binding her. She was too angry to move. If this woman saw her, than she saw Nikandros too. It all started to make sense. This woman knew Nikandros was in her lab. Maybe the woman paid him to duplicate her father?s work. It would explain how he knew her document was a fake.
"Come on," Mrs. Nathaniel begged. "Please. I have to have it. I have to feel the power of it again.
You?re father wouldn?t give it to me and I showed him. But, you?ll give it to me. If you don?t, I?ll kill you too. You?re not going to stop--"
"You killed my father," Silk said, her tone low. She never would have suspected this woman.
"What of it?" she growled. "Now you?re going to join him if you don?t give me what I want!"
"Adonis," Silk said unexpectedly. "Pleasure your mistress."
Instantly Adonis? hands let her go and he began to move around to grab his owner. Mrs. Nathaniel?s lips puckered in surprise before she began screeching in protest. Silk grabbed Adonis? head and twisted it to the side, shutting him off. The droid froze in mid-stride like a statue.
Mrs. Nathaniel screamed in protest as Silk came after her. She tried to run, but Silk caught the back of her hair. She wanted to kill her, wanted to maim her for what she had taken away from her. But Silk was above this woman. Justice would prevail.
With a call to her security, Silk dragged the woman from the laboratory kicking and screaming behind her.
"Take her prisoner," Silk said to the guard. "Call the police. And get her damned pleasure droid out of my house!"
The police came and arrested Mrs. Nathaniel, taking the security tapes from the laboratory as evidence against her. They never once spoke directly to the mistress of the estate, only stopped at the gate where the robotic guard had Mrs. Nathaniel and her pleasure droid detained. The guard handed them the tape and sent them on their way.
With the newer, faster judicial system in place, she was convicted of the murder by her own confession and sentenced to life imprisonment in a maximum-security complex. Adonis wasn?t allowed to go with her.
Nikandros frowned, looking down at his digital watch. Quinlan was late--very late. He began to pace, looking over at the bench where he?d first saw her. His body ached to hold her again, just as his soul ached to clear her of any suspicion.
He didn?t know why he continued to wait for her as the clock neared half past twelve. He only hoped that she?d come to her senses and show. Leaning against the thick trunk of a tree, he sighed. All of a sudden, his video phone beeped. Slowly, he drew it out of his pocket. It was time to go. He could wait no longer.
Silk frowned as she wrapped her cape around her body. Pierson Park was quiet this time of night. The vendors were all locked up. The expansive lawn was empty. She was late for her meeting with Nikandros. Closing her eyes, she listened. She couldn?t hear him.
Her legs sprang forward as she jumped off her post into the night. Walking, she strode over the darkened grass, her senses peeked. For all she knew it could be a trap.
Then, she heard a soft beep. Silk froze. Her head twitched to the side. Her purple gaze narrowed as she focused on the sound. There, behind a tree.
Darting forward, she kicked out legs first. Her fingers found the rough bark. Her spinnerets automatically attached themselves to the trunk as she flew around the side. She trapped Nikandros to the tree?s base, as she wound her silk around him like rope.
"Silk," he whispered in surprise to see her. His phone dropped to the ground before he could answer it.
Silk flew full circle around the tree before landing in front of him. Nikandros took in her mask, able to recognize her alluring body easily.
"You came," he began. Relief overwhelmed him until he realized she had trapped him.
"Of course I came," she said under her breath. "What do you want?"
"I need to speak to you about the Bombyx project your father was working on," he said. "I need you to give me the formula."
"Why should I give it to you?" she snarled. "I?ve been offered a lot of money for it. Do you think you can offer me something better?"
"Quinlan, please." His eyes dipped over her face and body, taking her in. She could feel the hidden plea coming from his dark eyes. His look stung and she snarled.
Bitterly, she lied, "Sorry, lover boy. I?ve had that already and don?t have any desire to taste it again.
You?ll have to come up with a better offer."
"You want money?" he asked, dejected by her heated words and the hard glint to her eyes.
"I have money--more than I will ever spend," she returned. "What else you got?"
"What about doing what is right?" he inquired.
"And you?re what?s right?" she asked, laughing callously.
"Quinl--," he began, her unsympathetic words hitting him like a brick.
Silk took her fingers and ran them over his mouth, trapping his lips shut beneath a veil of silken threads.
His words were muffled as he tried to speak.
"Quiet," she commanded. Her purple gaze deepened in her anger. She felt betrayed by him. She knew she shouldn?t. He had warned her not to trust him, but like a fool she had. "I know who you are. I know what you?re up to."
Again he mumbled.
"Listen to me very carefully. The formula is gone." She spoke slowly, so there could be no misunderstanding her words. "I am all that is left of the Bombyx project and I will kill myself before I let you, or anyone else, have the formula. All my father?s notes are destroyed--all of them. I will not let another be turned like me."
Nikandros? jaw broke free of her gag. His eyes lit with fire at her admission. He had been right. She was innocent. "Quinlan, listen to me ... mmupf."
Silk swiped both her hands over his mouth this time, making the gag thicker as she pulled her fingers back to the tree trunk to secure his head into place. Slowly, she crossed her hands over his chest to make her trap stronger--just in case.
"Haven?t you been paying attention?" she hissed into his face.
Nikandros searched her eyes for a sign of affection and found nothing. Oh, how he wished she?d take off her mask and let him kiss her.
"Quinlan St. James is dead. Her father killed her. He injected her ... me with the serum to keep it away from men like you. I became a human silkworm."
He groaned a word that sounded suspiciously like, no.
"I will only tell you this one more time. The serum is gone. The formula for it is destroyed," she said. His eyes brightened and she thought he was thinking about Mrs. Nathaniel. "Sorry, lover. Your cohort has failed. Mrs. Nathaniel is being transported to maximum security for the murder of my father. It?s over.
Do you understand me? It ... is ... over. If you ever come around me again, I will kill you."
Before he knew what was happening, Silk took off running. Nikandros? eyes flickered red as his body dissolved into a soft mist. He came out of her silken ropes, turning to give chase. But, as he came around the tree, she was gone.
"Nick!" came a call.
Nikandros blinked, looking around.
"Nick! Where are you?"
Nikandros looked at his feet. His video phone had fallen open and a miniature display of Korbin?s face stared at him. Picking up the phone, he carried it as he walked, searching the distance for Quinlan.
"Nick?" Korbin asked.
"She?s innocent," he said, his heart feeling like it was ripped out of his chest.
"I know. I heard everything," Korbin admitted. "You were right."
"What do we do now?" he asked, his eyes desperate.
"I need you to come back here," Korbin said. "We?ve got to tell the other Protectors what we know."
Nikandros nodded. Quinlan was gone. His voice hoarse, he asked, "What about Quinlan? What will happen to her?"
"It is not for us to decide," Korbin said sadly. "She?s no longer human."
Quinlan didn?t care if she never left her room again. It had been weeks since she last left Nikandros in the park. Her heart still ached as if it was yesterday. She knew he had used her and betrayed her, but try telling that to an organ that only beat for the memory of his name.
She knew that Nikandros was in on the plot to steal her father?s formula. It all fell together perfectly.
Mrs. Nathaniel let him use her husband?s lab while her husband was gone on various business trips--even going so far as to cover it up when attention was drawn to his presence.
Then, Nikandros had been sent to seduce the reclusive billionaire, gaining her trust. After that, he was to have lured her away to the park while Mrs. Nathaniel had free reign of her father?s laboratory to look for the notes. Oh, it had been a good plan too--so simple. And she had fallen for it. If not for her sudden wave of longing for the council of her father, she?d never have suspected his connection to the woman.
She knew the facts, fitted them together so nicely. But then, why did her heart continue to scream at her like she was the one guilty of betrayal? Why did her body ache and sweat until she could hardly move?
Why did her eyes leak damnable tears until she couldn?t see for the redness of them? The loneliness was worse than before.
Burying her head in her pillow, she screamed her frustration at the world. She couldn?t even throw herself into crime fighting like before. Helping the world held no appeal for her. She wasn?t much sure she liked the world right now.
"Let them fend for themselves," she muttered in despondency.
Suddenly, her maid unit switched on and walked over to the bed. Her eyes staring straight, she said,
"Pardon me, Miss. You have a call."
"Who?" Quinlan sniffed. For a moment, she wished it were Nikandros. Her heart sped ever so slightly at the faint hope. Oh, what she would give to just hear his soothing voice!
"Henry Thompson," said the maid. "Shall I answer?"
Quinlan frowned. Henry had been calling almost every day for the last three weeks, ever since news of Dr. Nathaniel?s wife surfaced in the papers. Dr. Nathaniel, out of embarrassment, severed all ties with the woman and had moved out of the district. Rumor had it that he was courting a new piece of eye-candy.
"Yes," Quinlan said. "But, no video feed."
"Quinlan?" came Henry?s voice. He sounded relieved. "What?s happening? I can?t see you."
"I?m not decent," she lied. "I just got out of the shower."
"Oh," he said, sounding mildly interested, before clearing his throat with a lower sounding, "Oh, sorry.
Didn?t mean to disturb you."
Quinlan gave a small laugh at that.
"Are you all right?" he asked. "I?ve been trying to get a hold of you for days."
"I know, sorry," Quinlan answered. "I?ve been preoccupied. I didn?t feel like talking to anyone and the reporters have been calling my house like mad."
"I can well imagine," said Henry.
Quinlan just bet he could. She?d seen personal quotes from him in almost all the papers.
"I wanted to let you know that your father?s collection is a huge success," said Henry. "It is our most popular display to date."
"I?m glad to hear it," Quinlan said. Her father would have liked that.
"Now, about this formula business," said Henry. "Is it true?"
"No," answered Quinlan without hesitation. "My father was working on it when he died. He said the properties were too unstable. The DNA mutations it caused would liquefy anyone who tried to use it.
The whole project was a failure. It was my father?s only failure as a scientist. That is why I don?t want the record of it released."
"I understand," said Henry. He took her at her word. "As a leader in the scientific community, I will tell everyone that his work wasn?t even started into the field. Your father?s secret is safe with me."
"I know, Henry," Quinlan said. "You?re a good friend."
"I was hoping to be more," said Henry. There was an optimism to his tone that she couldn?t ignore.
"I know, Henry," repeated Quinlan softly, not encouraging him and not wanting to hurt him. Deep down, under all his bluffing and posturing, he was a good man.
"Well," said Henry, knowing his bid for a suitor was denied. "You can?t blame a man for trying, can you, Quinlan?"
Quinlan chuckled. "Good-bye, Henry."
"Bye. I?ll check on you later."
"Hang up," Quinlan said, turning over on her stomach. The maid unit disconnected the call. With a sigh, she said to the unit, "Make it menu one tonight."
Two weeks after Henry called, Quinlan finally made it off her bed, away from her bedroom, and out of her house--as far as the broken water fountain.
Looking around the quiet garden, she sighed. She rested her head against the hard stone of the fountain?s base as she stared up at the stars. Quinlan frowned at the beautiful night. The old saying wasn?t true. Time did not heal all wounds. Sometimes, time only made them worse.
"This is no way for a superhero to act."
Quinlan frowned, her head darting up at the noise to look around. She blinked to make sure her vision was clear. She was alone.
"Hello?" she called. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as if an endless presence was around her. She could see nothing. "Is someone there?"
Quinlan?s breath caught in her throat. Right before her eyes a man materialized out of thin air. He was wearing a loose black shirt with a strange symbol on the chest. His dark pants fit snugly to his legs. His long, blonde hair blew in the wind as he watched her from the bluest eyes she?d ever seen. Scurrying to her feet, she stood, examining him through her awe. His gaze seemed to laugh good-naturedly at her open-mouthed amazement.
"Who are you?" she asked carefully. Her jaw hardened at his obvious humor. She was in no mood for the company of cheerful people. "This is private property. You can?t be here."
"I am like you," the man answered her first question, ignoring her second.
"You?re a woman beneath your clothes?" she asked, sarcastically.
"I am gifted," he said. His body glimmered and he disappeared into thin air, only to materialize by her side, his hand on her shoulders.
Quinlan jumped, jerking away as if stung. "What do you want?"
"I want to offer you a job," he answered.
"I?m not interested," she dismissed immediately. "Now go away."
"That is no way for a lady to treat a guest."
Quinlan flinched as a woman materialized from a surrounding bush. Her chameleon body mirrored her surroundings, making her move as if she were air. Slowly, her body filled in with a pleasing peach color as she made herself known. She too wore a matching black uniform.
"Who are you?" Quinlan demanded. Her eyes shifted with purple, as she prepared to fight them.
"So it is true, Korbin" said the chameleon to the blue-eyed man at her side.
Korbin nodded. His smile widened.
"They are the Protectors," answered a third voice. Quinlan turned. A third man walked up to her, his blue skin glimmering beneath silver flowing robes. His white hair parted down the center and hung nearly to his feet. Blinking, Quinlan saw that his eyes were so light a blue they were nearly white. "And I am the oracle who guides them."
Quinlan glanced at the man and woman at her side. They bowed before the oracle. Quinlan nodded her head in suit, but as she did so, she took a hesitant step away from them.
"How many of you are there?" she asked, looking around in fright.
"Show yourselves," ordered the oracle.
Quinlan tensed. It was like superheroes rained from the sky. All of them were different--some coming from behind trees, some appearing from thin air, some running in a blur to join the group. When nearly twenty of them were before her, their eyes shining, their bodies all clad in black uniforms, she gasped.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, worried.
The group stood to watch as Korbin moved to face her. "It is as I said. We come to offer you a place within our family."
"But, you don?t know me," Quinlan said. "You...?"
"We know of you," said the oracle. "I have looked into the future and have seen the possibility of your deeds. I have looked into your past and have seen what you have done, never asking for praise or reward. The only thing clouded is your present. You have a choice to make."
"Choice?" she asked, her strength leaving her as she grew weary. "What choice?"
"You can continue to pine for your lost love," said the oracle. His eyes shifted to complete white as he read her. "Or you can become an immortal, dedicating your years into doing that which you have already begun--helping the world be rid of evil forces."
"There is a battle," explained Korbin. "It?s good against evil. We?d like you to join us. Help us keep the scales tipped for the side of good. It is what your father was working on when he died. It is what he intended his formula to be used for."
Quinlan began to shake her head, wishing she could deny their words. She could read the truth in their eyes, feel it in her. To become an immortal would mean she?d spend an eternity of her years longing for something she could never have--Nikandros.
"Yes, Silk," said the oracle. "It will not be an easy task. You will lose much. You will sacrifice many things. The years will eat at you until you no longer know why you do it. But, in the end, you will make a difference. You?re father?s gift to you will not have been in vain."
Quinlan swallowed.
"The moon wanes, Silk," said the oracle. "I need an answer. We will not ask you this again."
Quinlan looked around her. They were offering her an endless lifetime of serving others, of living alone as she did now. Seeing their faces, she knew she?d have them as her family. But, they were strangers. She started to shake her head, but something deep inside her stopped her. She thought of her father. She could not let his last scientific discovery go to waste.
"Yes," she said. Without Nikandros, she didn?t have anything else to live for anyway.
The oracle smiled. "Come to me."
She stepped forward, glancing nervously around.
The oracle placed a blue hand on her cheek. His eyes darkened in their blue. "I give you the gift."
Quinlan tensed. He leaned over to kiss her and a soft mist drew out of his lips, coming inside her. She felt her limbs strengthen with a great force. She felt the knowledge of old being passed into her, teaching her of her duty, forcing an oath of loyalty from her mind. His lips were soft and passionless against her.
She closed her eyes to his brightness. In the next instant, the lips were gone.
Quinlan blinked. The yard was empty.
"Welcome," came a voice from behind her.
Quinlan jolted, turning to look at Korbin. He was the only one left with her. She swallowed, a little frightened by what had just happened.
"What now?" she whispered, feeling very strange.
Korbin merely smiled, motioning over her shoulder as he disappeared into thin air.
Quinlan turned. Her limbs shook as a soft mist began to travel over the yard. She held very still, watching it gather as it drew before her. The mist rose, forming into a man.
"Nick?" she breathed, seeing his face. "What ... how?"
"Quinlan," he smiled, reaching for her.
Tears entered her eyes and she backed away. "You can?t be here, Nick. You have to go."
"I can?t be anywhere else," he whispered.
"What?s going on? Who are you? What are you?" she demanded, shaking. This was all too much. Her eyes took him in, telling her that he was very real. But she couldn?t go to him. She was afraid he would disappear from her like a dream, as he did every morning when she awoke.
"I am an immortal," Nikandros said, his eyes slowly drifting to red as he looked at her. "Nearly five hundred years ago I was born human, like the others. My town was attacked by a vampire. I fought him and was bitten. Before I turned, I killed him. The oracle found me and gave me the same choice he gave you."
"You?re a vampire?" she asked weakly. "But, I?ve seen you in sunlight."
"Half-vampire," he murmured, again trying to step for her. "The change wasn?t completed. The oracle saved me in time."
"You?re supposed to help people. Why were you trying to steal my father?s formula?" she inquired. This time when he came for her, she couldn?t run. The sweetness of his voice made her will crumble.
"I was trying to stop you from selling it," he answered. She could read the truth of it in his expression.
"It was you, wasn?t it?" she whispered. "It was you who worked with my father when I was a child."
"Yes," he admitted. "I did."
Suddenly, Quinlan couldn?t take it. She rushed forward, her arms wrapping around his sturdy neck.
Tears streamed down her face, as she said, "I thought I?d never see you again. I was so scared."
Nikandros? chest convulsed with relief. He pulled her tightly against him and began to kiss her, never wanting to take his lips away.
"Why did you stay away so long?" she panted, running her hands all over his delectable body to make sure he was real.
"I had to convince the council to test you," he said. "It?s the only way we could be together."
"What test?" she sighed, pulling back to look into the solid dark depths of his eyes.
"To see if you would selflessly choose to serve others, regardless of the personal cost," he answered.
"The oracle knew you would think you had nothing to gain by saying yes."
"I almost refused," she admitted. "What would have happened if I did?"
"You would have never seen me again," he replied. "You would have lived out your life as you have been."
Quinlan, hating the thought, pressed her body into his. She kissed him fervently, knocking him over to the ground in her passion for him. Nikandros chuckled in surprise at her ardor, but only pulled her closer.
"Never leave me again," she demanded, grasping his face in her hands. "I love you. I need you."
"I love you, too," he whispered.
As Quinlan leaned over to kiss him, Nikandros saw Korbin standing over them, grinning like a fool.
Korbin winked at him, nodding his head as he shot him a thumb?s up. Nikandros frowned, waving his hand for his friend to get lost. Korbin disappeared as Quinlan broke the kiss and glanced over her shoulder.
"What...?" she began.
Nikandros rolled her swiftly onto her back. When she looked up at him, his head was surrounded by stars. "It?s nothing, just a pest."
At his comment, Nikandros felt an invisible kick to his backside, pushing him down fully onto Quinlan.
Her body jolted in surprise. In the next instant, Nikandros knew Korbin had finally gone.
Quinlan smiled brightly, happiness flooding out of her onto him. Moaning, leaning up to capture his lips, nothing else mattered. He was hers and she was his. With tenderness in their hearts, they proceeded to make love right there on the lawn.
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