Page 10 of Hades’ Revenge

“Atticus.” She leaned against the chair and swung her legs over to stretch out and peer at the beach just beyond the pool.

“He would never have told you where I lived.”

“He didn’t, but when he left the club tonight, I followed him on a hunch, and he led me right to you.”

I had my very own stalker. I didn’t know if I should be flattered or annoyed.

“By the way, I shouldn’t have been able to follow your security guard right to your house.” She took off her flip-flops and dropped them onto the pavers. “That’s kind of dangerous.”

For you.

“Your investigative skills are quite impressive, but they could get you killed.” I sat on the edge of her chair. “Do you want to tell me why you’re really here?”

“I thought you might like a visit.”

Why did she make it so easy to fall for her charms?

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“But I am, so let’s make the most of it.”

She bit her bottom lip and treated me to the most seductive smile. I wasn’t sure if it was tempting because she was so forbidden, or if I wanted to ignore all the warning signs and take what she inadvertently offered.

“What is it that we’re making the most of?” I traced my finger over the little heart tattoo on the inside of her ankle. “Enlighten me since I don’t make a habit of entertaining trespassers.”

“Aren’t you past that yet?” She curled her dainty feet, and the thought of her running those pink, pedicured toes along the backs of my calves as I plowed her into my mattress dominated my thoughts.

Fuck, if I’m going to hell, I might as well add another offense to the list.

“Did you mention to your father that we met?” I asked.

“I got the vibe that I shouldn’t.”

“For such a smart girl, you do dumb things.”

“Was it dumb for me to come here?”

“It depends on why you came.” I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to run my hand along her silky legs. “Why do you like playing detective so much?”

“You know what they say about Italian girls.”

“Remind me.”

“When we want to find something out, we’re better than FBI agents.”

“I hadn’t heard that.”

“Do you get out much?”

“Enough.” I glanced at the pool. “I was about to take an evening swim before you interrupted. So, are you going to tell me what it is that was so important that you put yourself into danger by following Atticus to my home and then breaking onto my property?”

“I didn’t think I was in danger.” She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, giving me a peek of her pink panties. “You don’t want to hurt me, do you?”

“Hurt you? No.” I laughed. “Unless you want me to hurt you.”

“Why would I…” Her hearty laugh echoed over the waves. “You’re teasing me.” She pressed her toes against my thigh. “See, you’re not that scary.”

You have no idea.