“Do you know how many drugs were prevented from entering your precious United States given my last… contract?”
The way his lust-filled voice swept through her kept her stunned, her heart racing. “He was also a human being. What about Stephen Wallace?”
Wrath snorted. “Wallace appeared like a boy scout on paper, but he was in discussions with the Russians regarding his security system. If the software had gone online, the entire world would have known the brutality of the KGB within days. I did the Americans a favor.”
A small part of her wanted to believe him, but she knew the asshole would say anything to get himself out of this, as well as to earn her trust once again.
That was never going to happen.
“How did you find him?” she asked, uncertain she wanted to hear the answer.
He smiled. “I have various methods I use. It’s amazing what people will tell you.”
Her mind floated back to the possibility of an informant. The leak would have to come from an individual on Mr. Wallace’s protection team. Now that he’d all but confirmed this, her first call after arresting Wrath would be to the director. He’d have a field day hunting down the person who betrayed the sanctity of the FBI.
“Did I tell you during the time we spent together that I’m an expert marksman? The best in my class. I suggest you follow my orders and come out here with your hands up,” Sophia directed.
The hesitation and silence were daunting as fuck, driving her adrenaline to an even higher level.
Finally, Wrath took two long strides forward, his hands in the air.
Now she could see the smirk on his face, could sense he was mocking her. When he took another step closer, far too close, she recoiled and knew he’d homed in on the fact her hands were shaking. His eyes seemed to be shining, illuminating the sexy lines created by his smile. Even the way strands of hair fell across his forehead gave him an alluring appearance. My God, she was thinking of this man as attractive after all the lies. What the fuck was wrong with her?
But he is…
She ignored the inner voice, cocking her head and giving him a nasty glare.
His hands were in the air and he turned in a complete circle, the move smooth and easy. “As you can see, I mean you no harm. In fact, I’m thrilled to see you again. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” His eyes fell to the locket, his nostrils flaring.
Dear God, he sounded sincere. Even his eyes had a look of honesty. She reacted, fingering the necklace, visions rushing into the back of her mind. The BDSM club. Dinner by the beach. Wine. Spanking. Hot sex.
No. No! She wasn’t going to fall for this crap again.
“And you’re wearing the necklace, a product of a fantasy, or was it just a game, sweet Sophia? Either way, it appears you’ve thought of me often. By chance, have you purchased a Golden Retriever yet?”
“Cut the bullshit.”
“Have you thought about me late at night, the electricity we shared? Can you not feel it now tingling through your body?” Wrath narrowed his eyes, allowing his heated gaze to sweep up and down.
“What is the old adage about fooling me twice? Not going to happen again, Wrath. Just cut the crap. Your days of basking in wealth have been terminated.”
He exhaled, his expression darkening.
“Come closer,” she demanded. Reaching out, she struggled to find a light.
“To your left,” he said then chuckled. “The light. Isn’t that what you’re looking for?”
Hissing, she flicked the switch. White light cascaded throughout the kitchen. Swallowing, she took a decided step closer. Wearing a cerulean blue silk shirt and gray trousers, everything about his sexiness was unassuming.
“I’m certain you’re going to want to pat me down for weapons, Agent Waters.”
She wanted nothing more than to wipe the asinine grin off his face.
As he turned again, she concentrated on the contour of his ass, his long legs then closed the distance, the gun still in one hand as she patted him down.
“I assure you that all my weaponry is in another room.” He darted a look over his shoulder. “No hidden swords or knives.”
The scent of him was captivating, musky, and almost intoxicating. She was forced to hold her breath until she was finished. She stepped to her original position, fighting raw emotions. The same tingling of electricity returned with a vengeance. “Why the cat and mouse games?”
