In honor of the upcoming release of Obsession in Death, here are some fun scenes between Eve and Roarke.
“It’s always a pleasure watching you wake up,” he commented. “But Sometimes I wonder if you want me only for my coffee.”
“Well…” She grinned at him and sipped again. “I really like the food, too. And the sex isn’t bad.
– Glory in Death
“It’s nothing, really. I just…I neglected to disengage the security camera. It’s, ah, activated by motion or voice.” Naked, he strode over toward a low stone wall, flicked a switch and palmed a disc.
“Camera.” Eve held up a finger. “There was a recording on the entire time we’ve been out here?” She flicked a narrow-eyed stare at the lagoon. “The entire time.”
“Which is why I generally prefer people to automations.”
“We’re on there? All on there?”
“I’ll take care of it.”
She started to speak again, then got a good look at his face. The devil took over. “I’ll be damned, Roarke. You’re embarrassed.”
“Certainly not.” If he’d been wearing anything but skin, he would have pushed his hands into his pockets. “It was simply an oversight. I said I’d take care of it.”
“Let’s play it back.”
He stopped short, and gave Eve the rare pleasure of seeing him goggle. “I beg your pardon?”
“You are embarrassed.” She leaned over to kiss him, and while he was distracted, snatched the disc. “That’s cute. Really cute.”
“Shut up. Give me that.”
“I don’t think so.” Delighted, she danced back a step and held the disc out of reach. “I bet this is very hot. Aren’t you curious?”
“No.” He made a grab, but she was very quick. “Eve, give me the damn thing.”
“This is fascinating.” She edged back toward the open patio doors. “The sophisticated, seen-it-all Roarke is blushing.”
“I am not.” He hoped to Christ he wasn’t. That would top it. “I simply see no reason to document lovemaking. It’s private.”
“I’m not going to pass it on to Nadine Furst for broadcast. I’m just going to review it. Right now.” She dashed inside while he swore and ran after her.
– Glory in Death
She set the glass aside, started to stretch back out, then remembered. “We were supposed to watch videos, eat popcorn, and neck.”
“You stood me up.” He tugged on her hair. “I’ll have to divorce you.”
“God, you’re strict.” Suddenly nervous, she rubbed her hands together. “While you’re in that mode, I guess I’d better come clean.”
“Oh, were you out necking with someone else?”
“I bet your pardon?”
“You want a drink? We’ve got some wine up here, don’t we?” She started to get off the bed, but she wasn’t all that surprised to have his hand snake out and grip her arm.”
“I’m going to. I just think it might go down better with some wine. Okay?” She tried a smile but knew it feel far short of charming when he met it with a long, steely stare. His grip loosened enough for her to scoot up and hurry over to the bedroom cold box. She took her time pouring it, and kept her distance as she began.
“Peabody and I were doing the first sweep of Devane’s office and quarters. She had a relaxation room.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“Sure you are.” She took a sip to fortify her for confession before she crossed back. “Anyway, I noticed she had VR goggles on the arm of her sleep chair. Mathias had been on VR before he hanged himself. Fitzhugh like to use VR. It’s a slim link, but I figured it was better than no link.”
“Over ninety percent of the population of this country has at least one VR per household,” Roarke pointed out, eyes still narrowed on her face.
“Yeah, but you have to start somewhere. This is a brain flaw, VR links to the brain as well as the senses. It occurred to me that if there was a defect, intentionally or accidental, in the goggles, it might have caused the suicidal urge.”
He nodded slowly. “All right. I follow that.”
“So I tried her set.”
“Wait.” He held up a hand. “You suspected the goggles were a contributor to her death, so you merrily put them on yourself. Are you out of your mind?”
“Peabody was there as control, with orders to stun me if necessary.”
“Well then.” Disgusted, he flung up a hand. “That’s just fine. That’s perfectly reasonable then. She’d knock you unconscious before you jumped off the roof.”
“There you are.” She sat down beside him, handed him his glass. “I check the last use log. She’d gone VR minutes before she walked out and onto that ledge. I was sure I was going to find something in whatever program she’d been on.” She paused to scratch the back of her neck. “You know, I figured it would be some relaxation program. Maybe a meditation run, your standard sea cruise, or a country meadow.”
“I take it it wasn’t.”
“No, it wasn’t. It was, ah, a fantasy run. You know, a sexual fantasy.”
Intrigued now, he folded his legs under him, cocked his head. His mouth remained sober, his Irish blue eyes bland. “Was it really?” He took a casual sip of wine before setting the glass aside. “And consisted of?”
“Well, there were these guys.”
“Just two.” She could feel the heat rising up to her throat and detested it. “it was an official investigation.”
“Were you naked?”
“I believe it’s a perfectly reasonable question.”
“Maybe for a minute, okay? It was the program, and I had to test the program, and it wasn’t my fault these guys were all over me – and I aborted it before, well almost before…”
She stumbled to a guilty halt and saw with shock that he was grinning at her. “You think it’s funny?” Bunching her fist, she punched him in the shoulder. “I’ve been feeling like slime all day, and you think it’s funny.”
“Before what?” he asked, nipping the glass out of her hand before she could upend it over his head. He set it down beside his own. “You aborted the program almost before what, precisely?”
Her eyes went to slits. “They were great. I’m getting a copy of the program for my personal use. I won’t need you anymore, because I’ve got a couple of love slaves.”
“Wanna bet?” He pushed her back on the bed, wrestled with her and managed to get her shirt over her head.
“Cut it out. I don’t want you. My love slaves keep my satisfied.” She flipped him, nearly had him pinned when his mouth closed over her breast, and his hand slid neatly down to cup her over the thin wool snug at her crotch.
Heat speared through her like lightning.
“Damn it.” She gasped out a breath. “I’m just pretended to enjoy this.”
– Rapture in Death