She smiled and rested her hand on his torso.Not because shewantedto touch him, of course.All for the ruse.Right?
Right.
Right.
Shrugging as if she didn’t have a care in the world, she pushed up on her toes for a quick kiss.“I’m sure we’ll be fine.Although not sure why he wouldn’t want you to hear who I have pegged as a cop.But…not my business.”
She went to a chair and sat down, slouching back, legs spread, one arm along the back as if she didn’t have a care in the world.Truth was, she was fucking freaked out.But hell, this wasn’t anything new for her.
The man before her watched her with the same intensity she gazed upon him.Many people had their assumptions about this man.In truth, they had them about heads of crime families and those who were involved in the shit this one was.Thing about it though, this man was fucking smart.
There had to be a reason, more than luck, that he’d not been caught or stopped.And she knew it and wasn’t foolish enough to think that she could talk to him like she had the previous night.She bet that he had a weapon on her or Lance right now to have the upper hand should her mouth get out of control.
He watched her, his blue eyes cold and shrewd.Dusan Jankovic wasn’t an overly large man, his body was not small but wiry with lean muscles.She didn’t flinch as he leveled what she realized he considered his ”I’m going to make you squirm” stare.
Hah.
Joke was on him because she’d faced down far scarier than this man.And she excelled at the waiting game.
Five minutes of silence stretched between them, after which he lifted one black eyebrow.
“You aren’t scared of me.”He tipped his head to the side.“Why aren’t you scared of me?I’ve never met a woman who wasn’t.Even my wife is scared of me.”
She blinked slowly, weighing her words.“I’ve been through enough shit in my life to only be scared of a few things.I’m also not foolish.I know you’re a dangerous man, Mr.Jankovic.”
His lips twitched and she knew that was what he had been wanting.He twirled a finger in her direction and she took it as a sign to continue.
“We both know you put up with my behavior last night because of Lance.I appreciate that.I don’t like people getting in my personal space but I should have been,” she paused, making a moue with her mouth, “a bit more careful.”
“Not going to say anything about my son?”
She flashed a grin that wasn’t the slightest bit nice.“The words I could say about him wouldn’t be the slightest bit flattering.”
“He is a bit of a twat.”A shrug.“He’s my son.”
Those words that weren’t uttered were—I have to love him.
Dusan leaned forward.“What about your parents?Do they know that you’re on this side of the law?”
As always when undercover, it was best to stick close to the truth.“My parents got rid of me when I was a baby.Grew up in the foster system.”
He nodded but didn’t speak.
“A lot of time in and out of juvie before I ran away from the final home.”Chills skittered down her spine and she willed them away, not wanting this man to see her weakness.Yet at the same time, she wanted to get it off her chest, and chances were that this man would not judge her any more than he already was doing.“The husband in the home and the eldest boy decided that I was there to be their plaything.”
“How did you meet Lance?”
If he expected to throw her by the change of subject, again, he underestimated her.Like most men did.
“It was a few years ago.Six or seven, I believe.”She flicked a smile.“I propositioned him.Man wasn’t amused at all.”
Dusan laughed.He continued to do so as he rose from his desk and walked to the door.
“Come in here.”
Lance stepped into the doorway and, damn it, her breath caught.How did this man make her feel such a way?By all rights she should toss his ass under the bus and get out of Dodge.
Last night sat vivid in her mind.His touches.Caresses.How fucking full he made her when he pushed home.
