Theemailsitsinmy inbox—taunting me, mocking me. I drum my fingers on the desk, debating.
From:[email protected]
Subject:The woman you’re protecting
I open it.
Mr. Russo,
You might think that Isolde Delaney is an innocent woman. But she is far from it.
My jaw clenches at the sight of her name next to his. I force myself to keep reading.
Attached you’ll find information on a group named Phoenix. Perhaps you’ve heard of them.
Of course I have. Nate won’t shut up about how incredible they are.
Isolde is part of that organization. Her marriage to me was a ploy—one designed to get information on me.
I’m not foolish enough to pretend what she was after is false. I’m merely suggesting you think carefully about the woman warming your bed—when, for the last two years, she’s been warming mine, all the while plotting my downfall.
I’m not the only one with unsavory habits.
You’ve been warned.
L. Delaney
Congressman Electoral Candidate
Blood rushes to my ears, anger thrumming through my veins.
It makes sense—the strange phone calls, the whispered words, her ulterior motives for the marriage.
“Izzy!”
Her footsteps pad closer until she’s pushing open the office door.
She worries her lip with her teeth, brow furrowed. “Hey?”
My jaw clenches, but I force my posture to remain relaxed as I lift a single brow. “Phoenix?”
I expect her to deflect. To pretend.
I’m shocked when she deflates, like the fight is leaving her. “How did you find out?”
“Lucas.” The name is spat from my lips.
Her eyes widen, lips parting into a little ‘o’shape. I hate the way it makes me imagine her on her knees, that same mouth opened wide as she swallows my cock.
Now is not the time to be getting hard.
“You’re not even trying to deny it?” I ask, rising from my seat and moving around the desk to lean against it, my fingers curling around the wood.
She shakes her head. “I never wanted to hide it.”
“Then why did you?”
“Because it’s not just about me. No one knows who we are—no one ever can. There are hundreds of agents worldwide, all undercover in some state or other. I couldn’t tell you.”
