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It was all heat and flirtatious fun until she came to my apartment. That was the only thing that had changed. Did my wealth intimidate her? I found it hard to believe anything intimidated this woman. “Why?”

She slowly stiffened, as if straightening her spine in anticipation of an attack. “I know what you are.”

I blinked as I processed the statement.

Her hands remained on the counter, close to the pen sitting there in case she needed to grab it and jab me in the eye.

The heat between us suddenly turned into tension.

“And what is that?” I finally asked.

Her eyes flicked back and forth between mine. “A criminal.”

The corners of my mouth lifted slightly. “What gave me away?”

“The men. The guns.”

They’d been discreet, but she was too observant. “I’m not the kind of criminal that hurts people.”

“Only those who cross them, right?” she asked coldly. “Like how I’m crossing you right now.”

My eyes narrowed. “And I definitely don’t hurt women.”

For someone who was afraid, she sure didn’t look it. “You aren’t my type, so just go.”

“Then you must be into women because I’m every woman’s type.”

“Wow.” She released a forced laugh. “I don’t date criminals.”

“Then don’t date me.”

She held my stare, that undeniable attraction sizzling between us.

“You know what you want from me. The same thing I want from you.”

“Which is?”

I said it bluntly, didn’t smooth out the edges. “To fuck you.”

Now, she broke eye contact altogether, like my intensity became too much for her.

“In the mouth. In the ass. Between your tits. Anywhere I’ll fit.”

She kept her gaze averted, but the deep breath she took showed her hand. “I don’t want to get involved with someone like you.” She had to force herself to say it, to override the natural urges screaming inside her body.

“Then don’t get involved. One night. That’s it.”

Her eyes moved to me.

“You can go back to fucking your boring nine-to-five assholes tomorrow.”

She remained quiet, her fingers close to the pen sitting on the counter. Throughout the conversation, she’d discreetly moved her hand, getting closer and closer, as if she thought I wouldn’t notice. Now, she was close enough to reach it and stab it into my neck, but she didn’t bother. “One night.”

My dick broke a record, it got hard so fast.

“I mean it.”

“One night is all I need, sweetheart.”

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