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“I’ve never been known for my good decisions.” That statement covered the story of Mamba’s life.
“I don’t know what you want or why you came here.” She folded her arms over her chest, which drew his eyes to her cleavage peeking out of her v-neck t-shirt.
“'Cause there are too many loose ends and unanswered questions.”
“I know your charges were dropped, so there’s nothing left to discuss. You’re free and clear.”
“Not until I find out what your game is and why you set me up.” His fingers grazed the fading bruises on her cheekbone. “And who did this to your beautiful face?”
Mandy drew in a deep breath, and fuck if his eyes weren’t drawn to her chest again. She exhaled slowly, having no idea what she was doing to him. It took all his willpower not to push at the growing hard-on in his jeans.
“I can’t.” Her head jerked to the side. “It’s none of your concern.”
“But it is ’cause I can’t afford to have this bullshit happen again.” He gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Tell me Ajax’s end game, and I promise I’ll take care of it.”
“Why do you care?”
Good fuckin’ question. Why did he care?
“Because I think you enjoyed yourself with me at the Rook. I know I had a great time.”
Her serious expression wavered.
“Even had a sex dream about you when I was in the holding cell. Fuckin’ guard woke me up, and I wanted to take his head off.”
Mandy’s lips tilted into a smile. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Gotta admit, I got this habit of spitting out whatever runs through my brain, but the truth is—I can’t get you outta my head, and believe me, I’ve tried.”
“Because I’m not your usual type.”
“And how do you know my usual type?” His challenge held a smirk and the hope that maybe she felt the same way.
* * *
Crap, crap, shit. How did she let that slip out?
She refused to confess to stalking his online profile or knowing that tall blondes with outstanding bodies and perfect faces were his preferred taste in women, not short, petite brunettes with strong ethnic features and a controlling brother.
“Just a hunch.” It was a lame answer but the best she could do while facing a man whose sheer bulk eclipsed her with his rippled muscles and rough bad-boy good looks.
Mamba smirked, sensing the lie, then sobered. “Can’t believe you’re Ajax’s sister.” His finger outlined her jaw, then rested at the base of her neck.
“And if Ajax knew I was meeting you like this, there would be big trouble.”
“I think you’re a little too old to be worrying about what your brother thinks.”
Of course, Mamba was right, but the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach said otherwise. The combination of defying Ajax and being within inches of her secret crush made reasonable thinking impossible.
He cupped her cheek with his palm and leaned in, covering her lips with his. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, completely different than the powerful man towering over her. Mandy leaned into him, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his rock-hard body, the same body she couldn’t get out of her mind since the night at the Rook.
He broke away from her lips. “I’ve been wanting to do that again for over a week, and I think you have too.”
Mandy could never hide her emotions, and when she angled her head up toward him, he captured her lips again, this time harder and more urgent. “Yeah, you taste as good as I remember.” He licked his full lips, and her core clenched with need.
Mamba’s outstanding body and their kiss at the Rook also headlined her fantasies, but this was much too dangerous and undoubtedly forbidden.
“You’re thinking too much.” Mamba played with the ends of her hair.
