Page 84 of Sinful Lies

No wonder all the married women in New York practically begged to sleep with him.

Hell, even I—almost—wanted a taste.

“NOW!”

That snapped me out of my trance.

I looked down and realized I was standing there in nothing but my underwear. My face went up in flames as I scrambled to get out, slamming the door with a little too much force, my heart pounding like I was sprinting for my life.

What the hell is wrong with you, Jade?

I couldn’t even make it throughonenight without embarrassing myself.

I yanked on my jumpsuit, practically ripping it as I stormed out to the balcony.

Throwing open the windows, I let the cold winter air slap me in the face.

It didn’t calm me, but at least it distracted me from the image of his naked body scorching my mind.

Chapter

Twenty

“I want bad girls to win.”

?Mark Strand

Jade

“What the fuck are you doing in my room,diavoletta?”

There were two ways to handle this.

I could demand answers, throw a fit, and pin this disaster on James Greg—the meddling, unbearable bastard behind it all.

Or, and this wasfarmore entertaining, I could make Angelo Lazzio wish he’d stayed naked in that shower.

My revenge would be a slow burn.

I’d make him fall for me, and consume him with obsession until he couldn’t tell where desire ended and madness began.

Then, once I had him exactly where I wanted, I’d tear his world apart—just like he’d done to my sister, but with more exquisite cruelty.

My eyes drifted over him—barefoot, gray pajama pants hanging low on his hips, a white T-shirt clinging to his chest.His damp hair framed his face, water droplets tracing the sharp angles of his jaw and neck.

He looked like sin carved from marble—Abercrombie gone rogue.

“Well,” I drawled, letting my gaze linger, “you turned down my mile high club offer, so I figuredLa Belle Nuitmight catch your attention. Most men don’t say no to a wild night with me, Lazzio. So, what is it? Playing hard to get?”

“Why would I play hard to get when you’re already so difficult to want, Miss Whitenhouse?”

What a liar.

I pouted, pointing to the obvious bulge in his pants. “You might want to tell him that, because he looksveryinterested right now.”

He glanced down, swore, then glared at me. “Jade, I’m seconds away from throwing you out the fucking window. Out. Now.”

I tilted my head. “You seem stressed. Maybe you should’ve stayed in the shower longer. Let the bubbles work their magic.”

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