Page 30 of Sinful Hearts


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“Speaking of which, what areyoudoing here at this hour?”

Elsa frowns. “Iworkhere, Hades. Some of us work for a living.”

The haughty “over it” tone is the typical one she always uses when she talks to me. But she’s overdoing it.

Overcompensating.

I can see it in the flush on her cheeks that’s from more than just her run. I can see it in the way she refuses to meet my eyes, as if she knows that if she does so, I’ll see right into her, and reveal all of her secrets.

Little does she know that the one secret she’s most desperately trying to hide from me isn’t a goddamn secret at all.

But I can use that.

I could tell her right here and now. Hell, I could turn on the psycho inside of me, get all dangerous and threatening, and yank the truth about her involvement with the Russian out of her right now.

But I could also wait. I could also slowly box her in and let her build her own cage. If I let her know I know about her double-crossing now, it’s all over. I might get something out of her, but what I get is what I get.

If, however, Idon’tlet her know I’m onto her, she might just show me even more. If she thinks I have no idea she’s working with Leo, and furthermore have no idea it washerI was fucking into a whimpering, shaking, subby littlemesslast night, she won’t guess that I’m watching her every move.

Learning her every secret.

Waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

“Little early for the office, isn’t it?”

“Little late for you to still beup, isn’t it?” she shoots back.

I grin. Her usual vitriol is…shaky right now. She’s trying too hard to sell it.

It’s very amusing to watch.

“Do anything fun last night?”

She groans. “Hades, please leave. I have things to do.”

“I’m just making polite conversation.”

She rolls her eyes. “My night was fine, thank you.”

“Yeah? What’d you do?”

Elsa’s eyes snap to mine. “What do youwant, Hades?”

I chuckle. “Jesus Christ, dial down the suspicions. I’m just trying to be nice.”

“Which is exactly why I’m suspicious.”

“Want to know what I did last night?”

“Not reall—”

“I met a smoking hot stranger.”

Her mouth purses. “How thrilling for you.”

“Yeah.” I shrug, turning to stroll past her shelves of legal books, running my fingertip over the spines. “Fucked her brains out, too.”

Elsa is silent behind me. I smirk, still idly examining her books.

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