Immortals After Dark 06 - Dark Desires After Dusk

credit for the papers he’s presented,” Mei explained. “So Scott figured that he’d just spaced and forgot to mention you. But then later, Scott heard him talking to the recruiters from Lockheed Martin. Tim was downplaying your involvement in all of your past co-projects. And I knew that with your background you had to have carried a lot of them.”
    “I carried all of them,” Holly absently said.
    “I shouldn’t have told you till you got back.”
    “No, you did the right thing. I appreciate your letting me know.”
    “What are you going to do?” Mei asked.
    “I don’t know.” Surely Tim wouldn’t screw her over like this.
    How well do you really know him…?
    “Holly, if you confront Tim, you can tell him where you heard it from. Scott’s livid.”
    Stealing research was about the worst thing one could do in their small community. Everyone toiled too hard not to be fiercely protective of their projects. Not to mention the fact that in their field, research could be worth millions—or even billions.
    Scott was well-respected among all his colleagues. If he said Tim had done this, then Tim was going to get crucified….
    Once she and Mei hung up, Holly sat on the bed, dumbfounded. She’d always felt confident that her boyfriend wouldn’t betray her sexually. Had he betrayed her academically? Had that been why he’d been pushing her for her new code?
    No, no, she was sure there was a reasonable explanation for this. This was merely hearsay, at best. Maybe Scott had overheard incorrectly.
    Tim was a good guy. He was normal .
    She called his cell phone. He answered before the end of the first ring.
    “Tim, I’m glad I caught you. Do you have a minute to talk?”
    “Absolutely. My next presentation’s not for an hour.”
    “So Mei just called me…”
    “Oh? What did she have to say?”
    Holly’s ears twitched again. There was something different about him, a treble in his voice that was altered. He’s nervous. She could perceive it so clearly now. Valkyrie senses.
    The benefit of the doubt went out the window. “When you presented our work, did you take sole credit for it?”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “Did you downplay my role in our projects with the Lockheed recruiters?”
    “I wouldn’t do that! Of course not. I know better than anyone how hard you’ve worked on our project—”
    “Just cut the bullshit. I know you’re lying. I can hear it in your voice.”
    Quiet . Finally, he said, “I might have played up my role in the work, but I did it for us . You know the big firms usually hire men in our field. I had the better shot at getting that job. And then, just think, I could buy us a house. You wouldn’t even need a job.”
    She sucked in a breath. “Who are you? Need a job? I already don’t need one—I love what I do. Was this your play all along?”
    “There was no play. We work better as a team, with me as the front man.”
    “What the hell does that mean?”
    “We need to stick together, to keep the work together. We could be unstoppable.”
    Here was a man who actually wanted her for her brain. Or, at least, he wanted to use what it could do.
    “Be realistic, Holly. You can barely get to classes without me. How well were you going to do in the corporate world?”
    “Oh, my God.” Red covered her vision. What had Cadeon called Tim? Oh, yes… “You know what, you fuckwit tosser—you can have that goddamned work.” Lightning struck outside, and it felt right. “I’m on to something so much bigger. Something that’s going to rock our industry.”
    “Holly, just wait—”
    “Don’t ever contact me again. Or I will nail your balls to the wall over this.” Click.
    Deep breath, deep breath . She waited for the tears to come. And waited.
    Yet all she felt was a sense of relief. How freeing… She was done with guilt, free from indecision.
    Holly had no obstacles now—if Cadeon tried more, she wouldn’t rebuff him. The idea gave her a giddy thrill of expectation.
    Actually, she might try for more. Even more than Cadeon would expect….

    “The male’s back with food…” He trailed off when she stood before him, wearing only that black silk number she sometimes slept in—the one that guaranteed he’d be wide awake and hard as rock for hours.
    “I’m not hungry.” The lights were low and the bedspread was drawn down.
    “But you need to eat,” he said absently as she sauntered up to him.
    Her eyes had begun to grow silvery. “Maybe I’m