Page 39 of Lethal Torture
The unflinching way his turquoise eyes hold mine makes it absolutely clear that he means every word.
I want to call him on it. To let the robe slide to the floor and press my hot, restless body up against that rock-hard fucking bulk that I can’t seem to stop seeing in my mind.
To make him crack.
The problem is that the same instinct that made me the most successful female crime boss in London is screaming that this time my old games won’t work.
It’s also reminding me of the conclusion I reached yesterday: that Luke Macarthur is the best man for the job.
So instead of dropping the robe, I pull it closed and cinch it at the waist.
“Noted,” I say lightly. I lift a shoulder and give him half a smile. “Although I guarantee you will be the one to go back on that promise.”
“I assure you, Zinaida: you could crawl to me on your knees, naked and begging, and I still wouldn’t break it.”
Oh, fuck.
His voice is slow and deliberate, and the picture his words paint is so close to my thoughts of a moment ago that it’s suddenly all I can see, all my body can think about.
I need to get him out of here.
“I’ll be in the meeting room when you’re done.” He doesn’t smile. Doesn’t look smug or self-satisfied.
Luke Macarthur just tilts his chin and is gone, as suddenly as the bastard arrived.
I slump against the wall, every nerve alight, my heart thudding and heat pounding between my legs.
Jesus.
I can’t do business like this. Not with slick thighs and a swollen clit, unable to think of anything but Luke’s low, sexy drawl talking about me naked and begging on my knees.
Tearing at my robe, I head for the bed and the vibrator in my drawer.
10
LUKE
What the fuckare you doing, Macarthur?
I stand beneath the vaulted penthouse ceiling, my cock so hard it’s fucking painful.
Again.
This job is starting to feel like lethal fucking torture.
I’d planned to break in, assess the club, then be waiting in Zinaida’s office when she arrived.
I’d meant to catch her off guard. Not to ambush her naked in the shower, with my gun pressed just above the cleft of that delicious ass.
Then why did you do it?
I’ve been a shadow for a long time. I could have disappeared before Zinaida even knew I’d been inside the penthouse.
It would certainly have been the professional thing to do.
And you know damned well that if it had been any other female client, that’s exactly what you would have done.
Except that when I realized she was not only in the suite, but naked in the shower, the idea of sneaking away like some kind of peeping Tom felt utterly repugnant.
