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Is it my life anymore since Karma practically owns me?
“How about we just have fun tonight?” Dante eyes me, likely reading my thoughts. “Blow off some steam andkarmasomeone’s ass by the end of the night.”
“Karma as a verb.” I smile. “Just relax? As friends?”
“I’d like us to be friends.” Dante smiles at me as he parks the car outside of a house filled with people and loud music. “I know it isn’t easy to trust, especially with the way Karma likes us to initiate her agents, but I’ve learned to trust Evan and Kurtis. Maybe we can find something good in this weird life together.”
Dante holds out his hand, and I take it. “I suppose I could relax a bit more,” I say.
He brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles, and my heart flutters over the silly gesture. Stupid, gullible heart.
His grin turns wicked. “Now let’s go kick karmic ass.”
Our assignment is a college party—a rager. Whatever. I never went to college. Fortunately, Dante and I can both pass for the tail end of college age with the dark lighting and the clothes we are in.
Most of the women, and probably the guys, wouldn’t care if Dante is too old anyway. He catches a lot of attention just by walking in, but I realize half of that is just his swagger. He has it, and he has that something extra that some people just seem to be born with—a charm that oozes out their pores, a magnetism that could compel people to turn their heads to watch him walk by. Reluctantly, I have been compelled myself. It’s a magic of its own.
Was it magic?I don’t even know anymore.
I can’t believe where I am or what I’m doing, and with a hunk of pure sexy.
“I’ll get us some drinks.” Dante smirks and boops my nose. “You stay here and keep that bewildered look on your face.”
Schooling my dumbfounded expression, I press my lips together in irritation. “Haha.”
Dante leans down to whisper in my ear, his heat waking my body up with naughty urges. “Sweetheart, you’re losing that charmingly vulnerable look.” His hand brushes down my arm in a seductive caress. When he pulls back, he grins. “There it is again…deer in headlights.”
I cross my arms and inadvertently push up my breasts.
Dante glances down at my cleavage. “Perfect. Don’t move,” he orders and runs off toward the back of the house.
I hate parties. Nothing good happens at parties like these—I know from experience.
I scan the crowd, wondering what we were doing here and who our target might be.
Dante must run into a few more breasts he has to inspect on the way to get drinks, because several minutes later, he hasn’t returned. I’m feeling abandoned in ourjust have funevening, and I don’t like the idea that I look vulnerable. As I learned the hard way with life on the streets, that often leads to trouble.
“Hey,” a young man says as he walks up to me. “Did your friends leave you to hold up this wall?”
“Yup. If I move, the entire world will come crashing down.” I nod solemnly. “Your friends leave you to hopefully explore places where no frat boy has gone before?”
He chuckles. “Something like that. I’m Ted.”
I realize I might want a cover name, but if Dante comes back and calls me Tessa, that could be weird. “I’m Tess.”
“Do you want something to drink?”
I scan the surrounding faces but don’t see Dante. “Sure. I’ll have whatever punch they are passing out for this event.”
“Be right back,” he says.
I mutter, “That’s what the last guy said.”
Suddenly, there’s someone right behind me. Too close. “Hey. Great job.”
“Huh?” I turn to see Dante’s blue eyes lighting up. “That’s our target?”
“Yeah. He preys on women who look like you—vulnerable. That’s why I left you alone.”
