Page 15 of Seeking Vengeance

My hair.

My eyes.

My mouth.

Wherever his attention strays, heat follows, scorching me from the inside out.

He scoots his chair to the side so the table no longer stands between us and leans forward, his elbows falling to his knees, his dark focus unwavering. “Spend the night with me.”

He asks with such surprising simplicity.

No, it’s a subtle demand, the underlying conviction holding a curious hint of what sounds like awe.

Declining is the only option. Yet, I still find myself pausing to daydream about what a different future could hold. The two of us forging a bond through a common goal of destruction. Him protecting me from my enemies. His hands on my body. His words even more evocative behind closed doors.

I shiver from the possibilities, the thrill touching every nerve.

“Say yes,” he whispers. “And I promise to make those men a fading memory.”

6

Matthew

She grins,the curve of lips the prelude to a rejection. “You don’t even know my name.”

“I don’t need to.”

I’ll find out everything soon enough. Her name. Her intent.

“I could be anyone,” she continues. “That doesn’t concern you?”

That’s exactly why I want to crawl on top of her, where I’m at my best. I’ll learn her secrets through her body, and we’ll both enjoy every second of it.

“I already know enough.”

She’s cunning. Determined. She may not be the best undercover agent, but she has potential. She’s also holding out on me. I’m hungry to know what information is hidden behind those mesmerizing eyes.

“And would your friend join us?” she asks.

She’s messing with me now. Playing.

I grin, appreciating her sass. “I’m sure he wouldn’t decline the proposition.”

She laughs, the sadness I glimpsed moments earlier disappearing with the flash of a perfect smile. “You’re too much.”

“Just wait until I start seducing you.”

“You mean that’s not what you’ve been trying to do since we met?”

“This has merely been conversation. If I were intent on seduction, you’d know about it.”

Her laughter fades, but that smile settles in place, almost blinding in its humble simplicity. “I’m not so sure about that. I’ve never met a man who oozes seduction more than you do. I can’t imagine how you could increase the severity.”

Challenge accepted,amore mio.

I shove the table to the side and lunge forward, grabbing her chair legs around the outside of her calves. She squeals as I drag the furniture toward me, not stopping the progression until our knees bump.

“Holy hell.” She clasps a hand to her throat while the other clings to the armrest, her eyes wide as she glances to the couple seated nearby who watch our exchange with interest. “You’re making a scene.”

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