Page 76 of His Forbidden Alliance

“Yes, that’s me.” I didn’t accept his hand. For one, if I actually thought the FBI was here investigating me, I wasn’t going to shake hands with them. And two, if I touched him, I might give myself away.

He dropped his hand to his side. “Special Agent Matt Stevenson. I have a warrant to begin an audit of your casino.” He pulled a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his suit coat.

“Under what grounds?”

“Suspicion of money laundering and racketeering.”

I sniffed. “There’s nothing illegal going on at this casino, Agent Stevenson.”

“Then the audit will come through fine, and I’ll be able to move on. I’m willing to keep things quiet. If you give me a room to work in and access to the materials I need, I won’t need to make this public.”

I glared at him as I held out my hand, indicating the paper he held. “I need to see that first.”

“Of course.” He held it out, and I took it, being careful not to brush his hand.

“This looks legitimate, but I have some questions. I’d like you to follow me to my office.”

I could tell Zach didn’t like this change of plan, but he didn’t argue. Once we were in my office alone with the door closed, I turned to him and smiled. “I like this,” I said, giving him a once-over. “I think it’s better.”

He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “What’s better?”

“Your hair. The blond is better, but I think red will be best.”

He looked surprised. “You want to see me with my natural hair?”

“I do. And your skin. It’s fucking gorgeous. Why would you change it?”

He rolled his eyes. “I was undercover, remember? And what? You don’t approve of fake tans?”

“I don’t have a moral objection to them or anything, but I like you like this. I like your freckles.” I brushed the backs of my fingers over his cheek.

“Rafe. We’re not supposed to⁠—”

“No one can see what happens in here.”

He took a step back. “We’re not taking risks with this. It’s dangerous enough as it is, especially since you won’t bring your family in for backup.”

“I’ll back you up. Trust me.”

His expression softened. “God help me, I do. You know I do.”

“Your suit is perfect. I look forward to peeling it off of you tonight.”

Zach shook his head. “No. We can’t. I go back to my new place. You go home. We aren’t seeing each other.”

“But I need you.” I licked my lips and watched the movement of my tongue.

“Rafe.”

“Fine. I’ll be mature and responsible like everyone wants. But once this is done, I want you back in the suit and the glasses, fucking the hell out of me.”

He smiled. “Gladly.”

“Good.” I waved him away. “Go audit things.”

“You’re sure nobody is watching us?”

“I’m the only one who has access to this office, and there are no cameras here.”