Excerpt of Agent M4: Riordan by Joni Hahn

Hanging his head, he turned to face her with a cocked brow. “Really?
You’re going full-on doctor on me? Is this where I lie down on one of the
loungers and tell you my troubles?”

She matched his cocked brow. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were
ridiculing my profession.” He held up his hands in feigned innocence.
“Not me.”

Lifting a shoulder, she said, “Mitchell is paying me the big bucks to be
a full-on doctor, Riordan. If you want to lie down, please do.”

His gaze dropped to her breasts before a smirk crossed his features.
“Care to join me?” Been there, done that. And, it had ruined her life on
so many levels.

She tilted her head. “What do you hope to gain with that question,
Riordan? Outrage? Shock...?” “Consent.”

His deep, gravelly voice shot a wave of gooseflesh over her skin. Why did
her body scream God, yes, while her brain told her beware men bearing
barbaric sex appeal? Rough, arrogant, long-haired men were not an
everyday occurrence for her. This one oozed animal magnetism through
every tanned pore of his scarred skin.
She sighed. “Riordan, let’s keep things profess-”

His soft chuckle stopped her mid-speech. “When I first saw you, I thought
that’s why Mitchell brought you here.”

Stilling, she stared at him, hoping sand wouldn’t blow in her mouth. “Are
you implying that I look like a-“

“Prostitute?”

This time, he stared straight into her eyes, his dark with appreciation.
Her body tingled in places she hadn’t realized were still around, his
smile rueful.

“No, but I thought that could be the only reason Mitchell would bring a
woman to me. He knows I’ve been without a long time. You’re just not my
type.”

What a complete and total Neanderthal. “Nor are you mine.”

With a shake of his head, he looked down at the water again. “Hell, I
could see that right off.” Something in his soft tone told her more stood
behind that statement than the obvious. He considered himself beneath
her. Growing up in the ranks of high society, Natalie abhorred
pretentiousness. She’d been scolded a few times herself for speaking her
mind in front of high-ranking officials.

In her eyes, equality ran across the board, regardless of social class or
ethnicity. In Riordan’s case, they were just… different.

Regardless, she’d gained no headway traveling down this road. She needed
to find some camaraderie.

Pulling off her college ring, she held it between her thumb and
forefinger. “May I? It’s made of nickel.”

Glancing at her, his gaze dropped to the ring before returning to her
face. “You’re proposing? I’m not a virgin so you don’t have to marry me
to get me on that lounger.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Wow, that was so… not original, St. James. Did
you spend the last three years coming up with that?”

He laughed outright, the sound echoing off the cavernous canopy. Natalie
couldn’t contain her grin. Laughter looked darned good on him.

“May I?” she said again.

His sober gaze studied her. Did he fear her touch, or the idea of going
against his preconceived notion?

Probably both. “I promise I don’t bite.”

Rather than the smart remark she expected, he gave a brief nod.

With tentative movements, Natalie reached for his now dry hand. He felt
warm to the touch, raw strength emanating from his artificial bones and
rough flesh. He had capable hands, limbs that were just an extension of
the man himself. Natalie had a feeling he could be enlisted to perform
any task and would eagerly face it head on. When it came to dares, the
word no would never enter his vocabulary.

If she ever went on one of those survival shows, Natalie wanted Riordan
St. James with her. Holding his hand, she set the ring upright on top
before slowly moving away. It stood erect, just shy of his knuckles.

She felt her smile grow of its own volition. “You do have magnetic
hands.” His sky blue gaze roamed over her face. She felt heat bloom in
her cheeks.

“I do. Once my enhancements are complete, my pull will be more powerful.
I’ll have to control it with my brain.”

Cocking her head, she said, “And, you’re okay with that? With someone
altering your body that way?”

He graced her with another bright smile. She took a deep breath and let
it out.

“To be the only man in the world with the ability to attract and repel
objects with his hands? To be one of The D.I.R.E. Agency’s super agents?
Damn straight, I’m okay with that.”

The man knew what he wanted when it came to his career. It didn’t sound
like Riordan had made a forced decision out of some sense of loyalty to
Mitchell. If he lacked self-confidence as Mitchell said, his assurance
proved a step in the right direction.

Clenching his hand into a fist, Riordan watched the ring tumble into the
clear water. No sooner had she gasped than he dropped into the pool.

She waited for him to resurface. When he didn’t show after long moments,
her heart started to pound. “Riordan?”

The water lay calm, gently lapping against the side. “Riordan?”

He sprang from the water like a dolphin at play, his head popping up
between her legs. Gasping, she shoved away from the pool, a foot braced
on the concrete, her dress riding high on her thighs. His beautiful, pale
eyes went from playful to dark as he placed the ring on the ground
between her thighs - just inches from the crotch of her black thong.

She didn’t move.

Her mind swirled with images of him touching her there, slipping a finger
under the lace. She could feel her body prepare for an invasion that
could only take place in her mind. Yet, she did nothing to stop it.

Her legs fell open further. His breath rushed through his nose. Their
gazes held, his dark as sapphires, hers clouded with visions of his hand
on her.

Riordan’s gaze dropped to the hem of her dress. Her breath caught.
Bracing both hands on the edge of the pool, he jumped out of the water,
flinging heavy droplets over her.

Natalie held up her hands to ward off the dousing. What was she doing?
Hadn’t she learned anything with Paul?

Heart pounding against her ribs, she snatched up the ring and shot to her
feet. She grabbed her shoes.

“Natalie.” He grabbed her arm with a wet hand. She flung it away.

Rushing to the fitness room door, she had to find Mitchell. She couldn’t
do this. “Meeks.” Riordan came up behind her.

Hurry, Natalie…

She grabbed the door handle just as Mitchell shoved it open from the
inside. He glanced at her with narrowed eyes before turning to Riordan
who stood beside her.

“I’m sorry, Mitchell, but you’ll have to get someone else.”

Mitchell’s thunderous gaze shot to Riordan, who crossed his arms over his
chest.

“We’re up a creek then, Mitchell…” Riordan pointed at her with his thumb.
“…because I’ll only work with her.”