His heart did a crazy dance in his chest. Bijou could get up in front of thousands of people on a stage and sing her heart out—he knew—he’d watched a few of her concert performances on YouTube. She detested being Bijou Breaux in person. She looked relaxed, but he knew better. He knew her. He could read her, and sweeping through the bull pen was difficult for her with so many staring at her. She had her eyes on him because he was getting her through it. She was pretending no one else was around. No one but him.

Remy covered the distance between them with long, purposeful strides, his eyes holding hers. The moment he reached her, one hand circled the nape of her neck while he leaned in to brush a kiss on her temple, staking his claim, as well as indicating she was under his protection by drawing her in close to the shelter of his body. When he lifted his head, his formidable gaze swept the bull pen, putting everyone back to work instantly.

His leopard was close to the surface, the itch under his skin, his jaw aching and his teeth feeling sharper to his tongue. He had a feeling his eyes had gone cat, glowing as they changed color. He breathed her in, uncaring that his coworkers had never seen him act this way toward a woman. He wanted them to see and understand the warning he was giving them.

“Blue.” He deliberately called her by his nickname for her, making it intimate. Connecting them. “You brought the letters to me.”

“You gave me an order.” She didn’t look left or right, but kept her gaze on his face.

Her sultry voice sent heat through his body. It obviously didn’t take much for her to ensnare him or his leopard. “That’s a fact,” he agreed, wrapping his arm around her waist and turning her back toward the door. “Let’s do this over lunch. I’ve been here all night and I forgot to eat this mornin’.”

The moment he touched her skin, electricity arced between them. He felt the current rushing through his body and jumping back to hers. The beat of her heart echoed through his. His leopard pushed at him hard. He pushed back, taking control quickly.

“That’s not good for you, Remy,” she said, her frown drawing his attention to her full lower lip. “You need a keeper.”

“Are you applyin’ for the job?”

Her blue eyes darkened and her lashes swept down, veiling her expression. “I’ve heard you’re quite bossy. I’m afraid I wouldn’t do very well under those circumstances. I’ve been told I have problems with authority figures.”