Not for the first time Dara Jensen was
thankful that she did not follow the throng of people who rushed for the
elevators at quitting time. It was a mere three floors down from her office in
the courthouse, and she enjoyed taking the back stairs.
They were hardly ever in use and they served a dual purpose: they got her
out of the building quickly, and they ensured that the compliments on the
shapeliness of her legs never waned.
She hummed a jazzy little tune as she
moved briskly downstairs. Only
sixty-seven more steps to go. Dara
had counted them once. Thereafter it became a routine.
Three, two, one... and she was standing
before the door to the parking garage. Though
the walk downstairs only took six or seven minutes, in that time just about
everyone who was leaving had already started up their cars and was headed out
for the weekend.
Dara pulled open the door leading to the
well-lit garage. Confidently she strode toward her customary parking place. A
feeling of disquiet came over her as she strained to decipher what was out of
place in a scenario she knew so well.
Ah, the bulb nearest her car must have
blown. The customary spotlight that
illuminated her shiny black Mercedes was not giving off its usual shine.
She made a note to mention it to the courthouse custodian.
Blithely she proceeded to her car,
disregarding everything she knew to be safe and prudent.
The dim light made Dara lean in to place her key in the lock.
Before she could turn the key, a strong hand covered her mouth and a
steel-like arm wrapped itself about her waist.
"How many times have I warned you
about taking chances?" a husky voice mouthed in her ear.
"Haven't I told you that you don't know what kind of danger you
might find yourself in if you aren't careful?"
His hand slid gently from her mouth.
"Am I in danger?" Dara asked, her voice low and husky.
Michael Corinthos drew Dara closer to
him, allowing her to feel his aroused body.
"What do you think?"
"Michael," she whispered
cautiously, "this is a public place."
"My men have their orders," he
replied, taking a moment to kiss the nape of her neck.
"We won't be disturbed."
Dara twisted around in his arms.
Was this Sonny Corinthos, taking such a chance?
He read the disbelief in her eyes.
"Unless you're too afraid, Coun-se-lor."
Just as Sonny predicted, Dara would not
let the challenge go unanswered. He
had been prepared for her refusal, just in case.
It would not have mattered. Here in the darkness of the parking garage,
or in the backseat of the limousine, or up against the door of the
penthouse...she was going to be his.
“What did you have in mind?” Dara
“Go away with me now.”
In the weeks that Dara had danced around
an involvement with Sonny Corinthos, she had come to know him quite well.
But all her supposed knowledge of the handsome, dark-eyed man
staring so intently into her eyes had not prepared her to hear those particular
words so soon. “Go away?”
Sonny heard easily the hesitancy in her
voice. He hid his disappointment
behind a shield of assumed nonchalance. “Hey,”
he shrugged, “if you’re scared, I’ll just wait until you’re ready.”
Dara reacted to his words despite the
inner voice that warned her she was stepping into a trap.
“Go away where?” she asked calmly.
“Somewhere you and I can be alone.
A safe house,” Sonny explained.
Both Dara and Sonny understood
immediately the enormity of his offer. For
several years the authorities had attempted – in vain – to locate even one
of the safe houses used by Sonny’s organization.
That Sonny would expose to Dara the location of one such house was an
indication of his trust in the young woman.
The Assistant District Attorney was touched at the gesture.
“Michael,” she began, only to have
Sonny gently press his finger against her full lips.
He understood Dara’s dedication to the
law and had no desire to compromise it needlessly.
“If you go there with me, I promise that it will never be used as a
safe house by the organization again.” His
eyelids grew heavy with passion. “We’ll
make it our place, Dara.”
Sonny’s low growl washed over her and
sent a shiver down along her spine. Of
late Dara found it more and more difficult to resist him when he turned on his
She placed a hand upon Sonny’s muscled
chest to steady herself against the dizzying waves of desire that beset her.
Dara realized her mistake as soon as the heat of his skin seeped through
his silken shirt and nearly burned her hand.
“I don’t have any clothes,
Michael,” she protested weakly.
Sonny pressed her against the unyielding
metal of the black Mercedes. His
lips were a hairs-breadth away from hers and Dara could feel his breath warm her
“You won’t need any,” Sonny
promised. His voice was raspy with
need. “I plan to make love to you
every minute we’re together.” He
gently suckled her bottom lip.
“Say yes, Counselor.”