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Eyes glinting in the glass.
“You’re going to love me,” I whisper.
My fingers linger on the glass a moment longer.
Part of me wishes he’d catch me like this.
Naked. Unguarded.
His to ruin.
I slip back into my clothes.
Pink skirt smoothed.
Panties straightened.
And leave.
Like I was never here at all.
Except for the heart.
The kiss.
The proof.
My secret.
Our secret.
For now.
Chapter Four
Reid
I’ve been sitting in this car for three hours.
Staking out Volkov’s house.
Waiting for something.
Anything.
And then I see her.
Again.
Second time this week.
Pink skirt.
Too short. Not short enough.
White top.
Sheer. Buttoned low.
