Read Enemies and Lovers Amongst Us for Free Online Page A

will us.”
    “So do you know any foreign languages?” Jake asked.
    “I know some French.”
    “Well then, you’ll be our French lover from Paris. Is there any
    particular name you’d like to use?”
    She squinted as she answered Jake’s question. “Since you two
    have been doing such a fine job creating this far-fetched cover for me,
    why don’t you come up with my name.”
    The words just rolled off Sam’s tongue even before they were
    born in his mind. “How about Jocelyne Pinot?”
    “All right.” She glanced at him. “Now what else do I need to
    know for my cover?”
    He slid his feet forward so he was just inches away from her face.
    She never broke eye contact with him.
    It was now or never. Either he’d get a slap across the face for what
    he was going to suggest next, or maybe by some miracle she’d
    actually be cooperative.
    Gazing at her sultry lips, he said, “We practice being lovers.”
    Enemies and Lovers Amongst Us
    39

    Chapter 6

    A tidal wave of desire flooded Triala in that moment as she gazed
    into Sam’s eyes. Sam and Jake’s scents were potent, and her sexual
    urges took their toll on her willpower. Her heart drummed so loud in
    her chest that it actually hurt.
    She tried to speak, but her vocal chords were uncooperative. All
    that came out was a squeaky, “What?”
    Sam broke their fixed stare and glanced at Jake. “We need to
    practice being lovers otherwise your cover will not work.”
    It took a few seconds, but she was able to ask, “Practice in what
    sense?”
    Jake came in closer and gently took her hand and kissed the
    outside of it while he gazed deep into her eyes. “Like this. We can’t
    look uncomfortable with each other. We need to be physical with you
    in public and not have you look disgusted.”
    Her hand tingled at his contact, and his brown eyes made her legs
    weak. No words came to her.
    “For instance, if I pull you in for a kiss like this…” He took her
    hand and slowly pulled her into him, crushing her bosom to his chest.
    Her breath caught in her throat.
    With his free hand, he tilted her head upward and kissed her lips
    gently for a few seconds and then let her go. “Then you shouldn’t
    recoil, but pretend you liked it.”
    Oh, God, did she like it, and she wanted more. Her hormones
    were screaming for her to tear off Jake’s clothes and have him make
    love to her here, now, over and over again. Yes, yes, that was what
    her werewolf body demanded.
    40
    Jessica Frost
    But her sound mind, what was left of it, reminded her he was
    human, and she hated humans. Yes, she might protect them as a
    Voyeur Scout, but only because she believed in preserving life, all
    life. That was it.
    Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she said, “I didn’t recoil.”
    Jake nodded, smiling. It appeared he had enjoyed it as much as
    she did.
    “No, but that was a small, friendly kiss. We’ll be doing much
    more than that in public, sweetie,” Sam said.
    What was it with this human that got under her skin? He knew
    how to push her buttons. She could just scream. “Will you stop
    calling me these pet names?”
    He wagged his finger condescendingly at her. “Now see if you
    said that while we were undercover, you would have just blown our
    ruse up in smoke. If we are playing lovers, then lovers use terms of
    endearment all the time.”
    Her devilish inner voice urged her on when she said, “Very well,
    since I’ll be playing the part of your French lover, then I’ll give you a
    French pet name as well.”
    He smiled smugly as he stared into her eyes. “Good idea. So what
    will you call me?
    “How does mon petit âne sound to you?”Which actually meant
    “my little jackass.” Yeah, that pretty much fit how she felt about him
    right about now.
    “I like it.” He nodded.
    She quickly turned and walked over to the window to hide the
    smirk that formed on her face. It was just too funny.
    Staring out the window while she composed herself once more,
    she felt a