The Masked Siren: Seducing My Enemy

wasn't just

She sat up in the bed, the sheets pooling around her waist in a mess of high-thread-count gray cotton. H

k-in closet, his back to Aine, adjusting the knot of his silk tie. His movements were pre

ing soreness in her muscles that spoke of exertion, but there we

of water sat next to two

g to do. He managed risk. He managed aftermaths. A

ere two minutes ago with nothing but a towel around his waist, water dripping down the sharp definition of his abdominals. He ha

ersian rug. It felt too soft, almost suffocating. She reached

the alcohol," Aine rep

ifted his chin slightly, catching Aine's reflection in the mir

was flat. "Your tolerance is

a beat. A physical

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of armor tailored to perfection. He closed the distance between them until he was

is is what it's about. Is this revenge for the Talley deal collapsing

hought this was about a corporate loss.

he dress to her chest. She reached out and smoothed the la

r, Augustine. Not a romance. I'm not here for

f an inch. Surprise. He hadn't expected

ain. "Why would I make a deal with someone who res

skin, the faint shadow of stubble he had missed. S

. "Subsection 4, offshore account

tine

e yanked her back, forcing her to look at him. The indifference was gone. In i

you that?"

s is that I have the source data. I need three months. You stay out of my way. You ignore whatev

rom sexual to homicidal in the span of three seconds. He was calculating. Aine could see the gears turning behind his ey

tepped back, smoothing his cuf

to an account of my choosing. A retainer. If you touch the Haynes s

k, black card. He didn't hand it to Aine. He cli

aid. "And stay out of my bed. Thi

e didn't throw it back. She didn't scream.

l, b

r hips swaying, her head high, until th

ductive smile vanished, replaced by a cold, hard line. Her hands were s

biting morning wind of Manhattan. She didn

burner phone

e said into the receive

watching the small figure merge with the gr

point. I want to know how a ghost from the Rust Belt got her hands on my data. Dig into e

kled. "Sir, Julian Talley is conf

ppear around the corner. A

go play,"

d at the black card in her hand. She squeezed it until the