Page 358 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“I never told you who Iwasn’t.”

Oohh, that was a dangerous move right there. Why can’t I stop myself from speaking?!

This salacious cat and mouse thing we’ve got going on has every nerve on high alert. I’m not above using my body to get what I want from the slimy bastards I deal with on behalf of the Volkov organization.

But this is me using my body to get what I want…period.

I haven’t ever felt a connection like this, the kind of touch that ignites my insides. It’s electric, explosive, and all-consuming.

It has the power to sizzle my brain waves and turn me into some kind of lusty vegetable.

Argh! No!

Not tonight.

Not ever!

I swallow hard, running my fingers over the gun tucked into the back of his pants. I quickly debate my next move, and judging by the way he’s looking at me, he’s questioning the same things I am.

But there’s a reason why I didn’t take the knife with me.

If I want to make a clean escape, I won’t be able to stash a weapon.

Besides, he clearly doesn’t trust me right now, so he’s fully expecting me to try and pull his gun on him.

My mouth stretches into a tight line as my fingertips slide away from the gun and from his taut torso. Just an aside, in another life, I’d spend hours tracing the outline of his muscles with my tongue… “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but I’d like you to take your hands off of me right now,” I say in a menacing whisper.

“That’s what you say, but is it what you really mean?” He presses himself tighter against me, forcing himself between my legs and I have no choice but to grab onto him, otherwise I’ll lose my balance completely. He grins. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“You know, I just told you about a traumatic situation,” I say, trying like hell to make my lip quiver. “And here you are trying to take advantage of me. In public, no less! You knew how scared I was. What kind of an insensitive asshole would play on that fear?” I shove a finger into his chest. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re not collecting a prize tonight because you did a good deed by saving me. Just so we’re clear!” I grab my shot and gulp it down. “And now, as you can see, I’ve finished my drink, so I’ll just be going now.” I shove my hands against his chest and…nothing. He doesn’t even blink.

And his chest is like a massively thick wall of cement. It’s going to take a hell of a lot more of a quick shove to get him to move.

I know why I agreed to come in here.

What I question is the reason why I’m still standing here when I should be on my way home right now!

I’d always prided myself on getting a job done without being sidetracked by distractions, no matter how deliciously decadent they may be. And tonight, I am just failing on all fronts.

Epically.

“I don’t think so,” he says.

“Fuck you,” I seethe. “What, are you part of Vigo’s sex and drug trafficking ring? You brought me here to get me drunk and finish the job he couldn’t?” I don’t really believe that, but as I speak the words the thought percolates…I mean, anything is possible in the mafia underworld.

Too bad this jackass doesn’t see what’s about to happen next.

“Quid pro quo, sweetheart. You want answers? You’d better start giving them.”

“I already told you what happened to me! That’s all I know!”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Okay, then, Columbo, why don’t you tell me what you think?”

“I think you want something, something you didn’t anticipate,” he breathes as he leans back into me. “And that’s why you’re still here. You say one thing, but then you do another. Why is that?” He backs me into a literal corner, the wood bar pressing against my spine.

I square my shoulders. “You don’t know anything about me. Don’t pretend to guess what’s going on in my head.”

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