CHASING TROUBLE

"He stood in the shadows of the night. Dark. Dangerous. A lethal predator. Glittering black eyes stared in at the woman through the window as she moved about the bedroom wearing only a towel draped about her silken nakedness. A slight smile curved her lips and she remained completely unaware of the danger that lay in wait for her outside in the darkness."

Caroline Anderson felt a shiver down her spine as she looked up from the book she was reading to her own bedroom window, wishing now that she had thought to draw the curtains before getting into bed. Except, like the woman in the story, Caroline had believed no one would be able to see into the second storey bedroom window of this remote house, perched high on the rugged cliffs. The tide must be in, covering the sandy beach, Caroline realized as she heard the roughness of the sea pounding against the cliffs. She repressed another shiver before reading the next paragraph of her book.

"Shoulder-length dark hair framed a face of hard, sensual magnetism. Those intense black eyes focused on the long creamy column of the woman's exposed throat and he could see the blood pulsing hotly through her veins. He possessed harshly hewn cheeks, a fierce slash of a nose, and chiseled lips that now drew back in a hiss to reveal elongated incisors as the woman dropped the towel to reveal the naked perfection of her body-"

Crash!

So intent had Caroline been on the description of the sexy predator stalking the heroine that the sound of glass breaking somewhere downstairs made her gasp out loud, even as her fingers tightened about the book that had already succeeded in frightening the life out of her without this added scare!

What the fuck was that?

Not a good choice of words, Caroline admonished herself shakily as she clutched the book to her before slowly sliding out from beneath the bedcovers.

There was something-or someone-downstairs! More than likely someone. Caroline didn't believe for a moment that her own intruder was a real live vampire; the reason she enjoyed books like the one she was reading was because she knew that the night monsters and predators in these stories were totally fictional.

No, the intruder wasn't any monster or a demon. More likely a burglar. There had been several break-ins in the area recently, and no doubt every burglar within a twenty-mile radius was aware by now that Frank Connelly, the owner of the House, wasn't around… He was hardly around as he only came down to the house whenever he wanted to 'get away'. What those burglars probably didn't know was that Caroline Anderson had arrived two days ago, employed by Frank to catalog the books in the Anderson library, and meet up with one of Frank's clients as she was also his personal assistant and he was busy with other projects.

What should she do about the noise downstairs? What could she do?

Mrs Cooper, housekeeper at the house, lived in a flat above the stable complex, to where she had disappeared once she had served Caroline her dinner and cleared away in the kitchen. Meaning the other woman probably had no idea that the main house had been broken into.

Caroline almost groaned in frustration when she realized that she had stupidly left her phone in the library earlier. She'd been working and had forgotten it there and now she was going to regret it. Caroline's heart began to pound as she heard more muffled sounds from the floor below. It sounded like a voice muttering. A male voice, its tone impatiently aggressive.