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Just like I can smell someone working an angle.
“Now who’s being boring?” There’s the merest hint of amusement in the smoke of her voice.
“I’m notboringyou.” I toy withboring into youbut dismiss it. She’s smart enough to pick up on the entendre. “Yet.”
“I’d hope not.” The amusement ticks up. “You do that here, and you might get arrested.”
She’s managed to read my mind. Interesting.
“Drill?” I ask. “Hammer?”
“You’re either opening a hardware store or…” She smiles, lifts her chin and her lips almost brush mine. “One might think you’re a man with a very hard and sizable bone.”
“And I’m betting if I checked, the roads down below will be slick like it just rained.”
The woman laughs. “Torrential?”
“Only one can hope.”
I don’t ask her name because someone like her isn’t going to tell me. Not the truth, anyway.
My phone buzzes. I don’t look at it. I know who it is.
“A pity you’ve got a date; I’d have liked to get to know you more,” she murmurs.
“You and I getting to know each other would include orgasms and not too much conversation,” I say.
She slides her hand along my cheek, and it’s like a dusting of heat bursting into life. “I look forward to that. Enjoy your lackluster sex tonight and try not to think of me.”
The woman leans in, drops her hand, and licks my throat.
I immediately know it’s the single most erotic moment of my night. Even if I take Elsa to bed, which right now? I’m revising those plans.
The woman’s hips swing in a slightly exaggerated way that has every man and a few women staring.
As she walks away, I smile.
Things just got very interesting. Because that red mouth and the fine, perfect ass in the almost black dress ending a little too high on the top of perfect thighs? I’d recognize them anywhere.
Whoever my stalker is, whatever she wants from me, I’m more than intrigued in not only finding out what that is, but enjoying the ride to get there…
Our paths are going to cross again.
I’m certain of that fucking fact.
Especially since she just stole my wallet.
THREE
MAGDALENA
“Satisfied?” Harry asks as I get in the car outside the bar in Old Town.
I don’t take off the wig until Harry’s driven us back to the diamond district side of the city’s trade section.
Inside, I’m vibrating from being that close to Hendrick Agnossio.
Oh Christ, he smelled fucking amazing. Like black pepper and earth, cardamom and cacao. Rich, complex, smoky.
