Quick as lightning, she lunged toward him.Fink raised the golf trophy he had broken on Grant’s head, but before he could swing, she swiped something off the desk and jabbed it into Grant’s neck.
Fink stepped back as a geyser spurted out from the dying man.
Blinking, he let the trophy fall from his hands.
That was unexpected.
Still crouching, she looked up at him.“I just killed him.Didn’t I?”
Fink shrugged.Grant would have great difficulty surviving repeated head injuries and a letter opener to the neck.“To be fair, he was already dying.”
She covered her mouth.“So, he wasn’t dead yet?”
Fink grabbed some tissues from the box, got down on one knee, and rubbed the handle of the metal stuck in Grant’s jugular.Doing his best, he attempted to remove her fingerprints.“You kind of interrupted me.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, curling some of the fake hair around her finger.
Returning to his full height, Fink cocked his head to the side in confusion.Who was this woman?
“I shouldn’t have—I mean—you should, actually.I have no idea what I mean.This is crazy,” she rambled.
He nodded.“This situation is definitely a first for me.”
“So, what do we do now?”she asked.
“We?”he repeated.Fink hadn’t been part of a “we” his entire life.What had she meant by that?
“Yeah.”She folded her arms over her chest.“We’re kind of in this together.Aren’t we?”
Before he could answer, the doorknob twisted.He needed no more witnesses or accomplices.This was already far too complicated and the weirdest night of his professional career.Grabbing the red clown, he dragged her toward the door.
He turned her so that she faced him, rested his hands on her upper arms, and gently, if possible, slammed her against the opening door.Her hands slapped against either side of his face.
Their eyes met.
Before he could think, he lowered down and covered her mouth with his.
4
Sydney
Sydney’salreadyhammeringheartskipped a beat the moment he claimed her mouth with such feral possession her knees buckled.She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her chest.She returned his kiss with fevered passion.
Adrenaline coursed through her veins, charging every molecule.She moaned as his tongue danced with hers.Her skin blazed in the wake of his hands skimming around her hips to grip the roundness of her ass and lift her.
She clung to him and gently bit on his bottom lip.Lava flowed through her, heating her core to volcanic temperatures.She was out of her damn mind, and she knew it.
To be fair, she’d never walked in on a beating before.Nor had she stabbed anyone in her life.This was a fantastic high she never knew existed.
Without breaking their kiss, the unknown man turned, keeping her tight against him as he took several steps toward the lavish leather sofa against the wall of her former boss’s, their victim’s, corner office.
He pulled back, and she met the blackness of his eyes.Black.He had pitch-black eyes.They couldn’t be natural, but it was fucking hot.Her slick sex pulsed as he dropped her, and she landed with a whoosh onto the cushions.
Wasting no time, the unfamiliar man stared at her as he undid his belt.
“Condoms?”rumbled from his chest.
The raw, animalistic tone made her quiver with desire.She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had looked at her with needy hunger like that.
