True Love Lost (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 3)) (41 page)

“I need a favor.”

Blackhawk would have given him his kidney to have him out of the house and some time alone with his wife- his very sexy, hormone ridden wife. “Shoot.”

“I’m taking Desdemona to dinner, I need something more formal.”

“I have plenty of black dress shirts, and pants. You can take anything you want. They’re all hanging in the closet in our room.”

Whitefox heard the desperati
on in his brother’s voice. “Hey! You’re trying to get us out of the house! You want to have sex with Elizabeth!”

“In the worst possible way
, so wear what you want, grab the doctor and give me at least three hours alone to have sex with my very turned on wife.”

“Wow, you’re desperate,” he said, laughing.

“You have no idea.”

Whitefox laughed. “Thanks Ethan.”

“No, Callen. Thank you!”

Desdemona was a serial packer. When she travelled it was never light, and she tended to bring the most insane things with her
that she never needed, but swore she might need in an emergency. Right now nothing thrilled her more than the way she’d packed. Desdemona was going to have a date with the sexiest man she’d ever seen, and only hoped she could grab his attention the way he had hers. Getting him away from Elizabeth was going to be a big victory for her.

As Desdemona stood in the bathroom blow drying her hair straight, she began to worry. What if she didn’t pick out the right thing to wear? Or worse yet, what if Callen Whitefox wasn’t thinking this was a date. Oh crap. What did she do now?

Elizabeth and her husband walked into the house, and they were well aware that both the doctor and Whitefox were still home. Keeping her hands off her husband the entire time home was one of the hardest things she ever had to do. When she climbed into the back seat of the Denali because she didn’t want to climb all over him, he laughed at her. Then she told him what she was thinking about doing in the FBI vehicle, and he stopped laughing and told her to stay in the back and not move.

The directors of FBI West didn’t need to be caught having sex in the company vehicle paid for by the taxpayers.

“They’re still here, behave,” he warned her, as he put the Chinese food down on the counter.

“Trust me, I’m trying to not think about sex,” she muttered
, not looking at her husband. “If you loved me, you’d tie your hair back right now, it’s really distracting.”

“Yeah, well you smell really good, so can you stand over there?” he laughed.

Elizabeth’s phone chimed. “Oh Christ,” pulling it out she crossed her fingers.

“Please tell me that’s not work related, because if I have to go back to work, I’m going to quit my job and jump you in the
Denali, because I just don’t care.”

Elizabeth snorte
d. “Desdemona has a girl issue and she needs my help.”

“Why is she messaging you?” he said, laughing.

Elizabeth would show him. She walked over to him, and slid her hands up his torso, making sure to have as much bodily contact against him and then she whispered in his ear what she wanted to do with him on the couch, then the chair, the kitchen counter, and finally in their room in front of the fireplace.

If it was possible, he just went dead, blind and dumb all at once. “
You better be following through with that or it’s just plain cruel, Elizabeth.”

“
I do try, Cowboy. Now think about me.”

Oh, he absolutely was
and would continue to think about her. He needed to get that fire started in the fireplace.

Elizabeth ran up the stairs, and stopped when she’d seen Callen. Never had she seen him dressed up. Yeah, at their wedding, but that was the family colors and not formal black like Ethan always wore. “Wow, you look amazing, Cal,” she drawled, winking. “Very sexy, Mr. Whitefox. I’m incredibly impressed.”

“Thanks, I may have to invest in some all black threads,” he
answered, grinning. “How do I smell?” he asked, moving close to her body.

Elizabeth sniffed him
and the scent called to her and warmth flooded her body. “Since that’s Ethan’s cologne, I think you smell delicious. Personally I love it. He wears it because it makes me want to jump him” she offered up the truth.

“Well I have a few minutes free,” he
suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. Was it wrong he’d bag the whole night to get that one wish?

Elizabeth grinned and whispered in his ear. “I like more than just a few minutes,
Cal,” she teased, watching his whole body react.

“Unfair!
Now you’re teasing me!”

“Probably, but you're
planning on getting lucky tonight with the doctor,” she grinned. “One woman per night. You better pace yourself!”

“
Since you just turned me down, I’ll have to follow up with my original plan.” It was hard to not allow anything to show on his face. What he wouldn’t give to just be completely honest and not hide it behind a joke.

Elizabeth went up on her toes and kissed him
gently on his lips. “She’d be crazy to not fall head over heels for you. You’re a definite catch, Mr. Whitefox. Good luck handsome.” She patted him on the ass and took off down the hall laughing. Next she had to get the woman out of the house so she could climb naked all over the other sexy Native in the house.

Whitefox watched the woman hustle down the hall to Desdemona’s room, and
his body was completely taut. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on his love for the woman and that alone. Then he thought back to the conversation he had with his brother, and relaxed. Having her love meant everything and he refused to be embarrassed about how his body reacted to her.

Some things in life you just didn't have control over.

Elizabeth
knocked on the door and was practically pulled into the room. “What’s wrong?”

“Callen.
Date. Clothing. No clue. Help,” she said, punctuating each word and sounding like she was about to hyperventilate.

“Okay, relax. What do you have with you?”
Desdemona led the woman over to her suitcase.

“Holy shit, how much did you pack?”

“Please, help me pull this off and I’ll have your next kid for you, okay?” She practically begged.

“Half this shit still has tags on it
!” Elizabeth pulled out some things. “Okay, first of all, your hair looks perfect. Wear it down. With all those streaks of black and red it looks sexy. Next go put some makeup on, and I’ll handle the clothing.”

Desdemona nodded and wandered back into the bathroom to obey. “I don’t date a lot of men. I’m not good at this,” she admitted.
“I’ve had relationships, but they never felt like this,” she added. “This is a date right?”

“Yeah, he’s borrowing Ethan’s clothes, so it’s a definite date.
Callen doesn’t do dressed up for just dinner out. This has to be special in his mind. Plus he smells really good.”

Desdemona wanted to ask why she was sniffing her date, but then realized she was standing half naked in front of the
woman. Who was she to question anything at that point? “I hope I can pull this off,” she said, suddenly.

“Okay, I’m going to say this, and then deny that we had girl chit chat, if you ever say I said it,” she said
, walking over to the door. “He’s a man. Trust me, you could wear a bag and as long as you smile, smell good and flirt you’re safe.”

“Okay,” she took a deep breath.

“Plus I just saw Callen, and he’s got one thing on his mind. You have this in the bag.”

“Thank you, Elizabeth.”

She wandered back over to the suitcase. “Lyzee. You can call me, Lyzee. I’m particular with who uses that, but since I’ve seen your underwear, been kissed by you, and slapped you on the ass, all in one day, it just seems fitting.”

Desdemona laughed
and it eased up the stress.

“Okay, you want blow his mind and freeze your ass off outside, or do you want so
-so and stay warm?”

Desdemona contemplated that. “I’d walk naked in the snow
right about now for him.”

“Okay then,” she
said, starting to pull things out and deciding. “This,” she held it up, “and this,” she said finally. “Those shoes.”

“Okay,” she said taking a deep breath.

“Wow look at this thing,” she held it up. The bra was all sexy and stripper-ish all at the same time.

“There’s a
G-string to go with it.” Desdemona thought about it. “I’ve never worn it, why don’t you put it on and surprise your husband?”

Elizabeth contemplated it. “Deal. Wear the red one, Callen will choke on his tongue.”

“Then it’s good I’m a doctor and know the Heimlich.”

Elizabeth snickered and started stripping. She was actually enjoying herself. Maybe having Desdemona in her life was going to be a really good thing. “Hey, if this thing between you and Callen doesn’t work,” she said
, looking over at the woman.

“Yeah?” She didn’t even wan
t to think about it not working for a myriad of reasons, but now she just acquired a girlfriend and she couldn’t imagine giving her back.

“You and me
will still friends right? Despite anything else?”

Desdemona almost wanted to cry.
The woman in front of her was offering her something very precious. Friendship with no strings attached.

“Don’t do it! You’ll start me crying and then ruin your makeup.”

She sniffled. “Yeah, we will. It’s in the girlfriend code. It matters.”

Hell yeah it did.

~ Chapter eleven
~

Elizabeth stood
patiently with the men in the living room, and waited for Desdemona to make her grand entrance down the stairs. She was impressed with her own work. Yeah, they busted her ass about being less than a woman, more of a tomboy, but she could still pull it off. Just because she preferred jeans and cowboy boots didn’t mean she didn’t like to dress up once in a while too. When she left Desdemona, the woman was putting on some very sexy shoes with lots of straps and angles.

“Remember Callen. Relax, have fun and enjoy the night off,” said Ethan Blackhawk. “We’re not working, so you don’t need to either.”

“When Callen sees what she’s wearing, he won’t want to work. I picked it out.” She was supremely proud of herself.

“
Now you’re playing fashion expert?” asked Whitefox laughing. “Is she wearing jeans, cowboy boots and a button down shirt?” he grinned. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” he added quickly. It was true, the first day he saw her she was in jeans and a white shirt and he was enamored instantly.

“I’ll have you know, I can dress up. I
do own dresses.”

Ethan Blackhawk came to her rescue. “She absolutely does, and she paints her toenails girly colors
too. It’s a sight to see.”

Whitefox snickered.
“Sexy.”

Elizabeth pointed at her husband and he lifted his hands in surrender.

There was the telltale clicking of heels down the hall, and to the stairs. At that moment she wished she had her phone out, to click that picture. Callen Whitefox looked like he indeed swallowed his tongue and was completely speechless.

“Told you so,” she said, laughing.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, as he stared. The woman looked completely different. Gone was the comical clothing and in its place was the clothing of a woman. She had worn a black form fitting pencil skirt and a low cut silk shirt that showed off cleavage and the shoes were wicked and completely erotic. Then there was the hair. She’d tamed it, managed it, and it hung straight across her shoulders and down her back in red and ebony waves.

Elizabeth pinched him to get him to focus.

“Wow, you look lovely.”

“Thank you,” she smiled and took his outstretched hand.
It wasn’t what she was hoping for, but obviously ‘beautiful’ was reserved for Elizabeth.