She lived modestly, nothing frivolous or expensive in her house, including a couch that had seen better days twenty years before. What little money she did spend was on Indiana. Maybe I would manage to appeal to her business side of things.
If she helped me, I’d help her. And in the meantime, we’d continue the passion that had already formed a connection.
I would enjoy the time spent tasting her.
Breaking her would be one of my greatest joys.
Before walking into the room, I listened for any sounds. There was nothing but utter silence. Whatever her thoughts were after watching me with Indiana and my subsequent angry reaction with Enzo shouldn’t matter.
But it did.
When I opened the door, I expected her immediate retaliation. What I saw took my breath away. She was curled up in a chair by the window, the waning sunlight creating a golden halo around her head, illuminating the highlights in her hair.
Her scent lingered in the room, something sweet yet alluring like she’d shown herself to be.
Just seeing her now was a fire bolt to my system.
Her soft lips. Her voluptuous body.
She shouldn’t have the kind of effect on me that she did.
Everything about her was fucking dangerous.
That’s why I would cross the line with one aspect.
Tasting her luscious body as often and with as much roughness as I desired.
Josette turned her head, her face expressionless, possibly resigned to her imprisonment.
Or maybe calculating her escape.
I walked to the window, staring out at the garden and remaining silent for a full minute. While she had no choice in coming with me, it would be better to have her as an ally, if only for the time spent together.
Until I unlocked all her dirty little secrets.
However, she would cater to my every need, answering my questions until I was satisfied with her knowledge.
She glanced toward the closed door, her expression smug. “Why are you keeping me here?”
“We’ve been through this before.” Instead of torturing myself with her beauty, I continued to peer down at the grass where I’d played Frisbee with Indiana.
“You really think I’m the target. I don’t know how I could be. No one in their right mind would try and steal from a tiny company making no money.”
“You’d be surprised the various reasons people do what they do. Besides, you saw the man’s face and if the information I just discovered is accurate, he works with some very bad people.”
“You mean bad people just like you.”
“This isn’t a joke, Josette. You might consider me a monster, but I assure you the men I’m talking about make me look like a hero.”
Her half laugh should have been annoying. It wasn’t. “You’ll never be a hero. At least not to me.” There was a slight tremble in her lower lip.
“Maybe so, but I hope at some point you’ll come to understand that I have your best interest at heart.”
“I don’t know anything, Sinclair. How many times do I need to tell you that? I’d seen the customer once before. He grunted out his order and took the same seat, doing nothing more thanstaring at his phone as almost every other customer does when alone.”
“If you’re being truthful, then when the situation is handled, you can resume your life.”
“And what about my business? I can’t just let it go.” Her defiance was a powerful aphrodisiac. She had no idea how arousing the fire in her eyes had become to me.
