introduced at Morgannaâs this morning.â
Emma stretched her elegant hand across the table in the polite, sophisticated manner theyâd been taught at Mrs. Alexanderâs. Her emerald bracelet glistened. So did her smile. âItâs so nice to meet you, Mr. Donovan. Iâm Emma Claire.â
Tom took Emmaâs hand and held it tightly and far too long. Was he trying to seduce Emma now? Was he just being nice? Polite?
Or was he trying to make Angel jealous?
Ha! Like that could ever happen.
âYouâre the purse designer, right?â Tom said, his index finger toying with the emerald charms dangling from Emmaâs bracelet.
âI started with purses.â Emmaâs eyes sparkled as brightly as her jewels. âIâve recently added luggage and sunglasses to my product line, and Iâll soon be dabbling in watches and perfume.â
âI love a woman with many talents,â Tom said, turning his dastardly charisma on Emma.
âAngel is loaded with talent,â Emma cooed,her allure just as dastardly as Tomâs. âDid you know sheâs an expert knife thrower?â
âSo she told me.â
âDid you know she carries a stiletto with her at all times?â
âI discovered that just last night.â
âIn fact, Mr. DonovanââEmma smiled brightlyââI wouldnât be at all surprised if she has her hand on her stiletto right this very minute.â
Tom grinned wickedly. âDo you think she wishes to use it on me?â
âNot at the moment,â Angel said, casually leaning back in her chair, âbut the eveningâs still young.â
Tomâs undeniably sexy gaze shifted to Angel. âIt would be a shame for you to slice my throat before we discuss how much more money you want from me and what youâre willing to do to get it. And we still need to discuss the reason you and the guy with the devil tattooed on his chest were spying on me.â
So much for being sneaky. Obviously she needed to try another method of operation with such a perceptive man. Maybe flat-out honesty would have to be the best policy when dealing with Tom Donovan.
Angel lifted her glass of Perrier and touched the cold and damp ice-filled glass to her chest, drawing it lightly toward the hint of cleavage visible over her strapless black dress. âMy reasons were quite simple, I assure you.â Angel smiled coquettishly, as Tomâs gaze followed the movement of her glass. âFirst, as I told you last night, Iâll bekeeping an eye on you to make sure you donât do anything to bother Holt Hudson. Secondâ¦I wanted to see you with your shirt off and my efforts were well rewarded.â She winked. âYour chest is quite impressive.â
Tom plucked the glass from her hand and took a cold swallow of mineral water. âIf I decide to bother Holt Hudson, you wonât be able to stop me. As for your second reason for spying on meâ¦anytime you want me to take off my shirt, just ask.â
âItâs far more fun watching someone strip when theyâre totally unaware of your presence.â
âPerhaps. ButââTom reached across the table with her drink and skimmed the cold and wet glass over her chestââyou had no way of knowing Iâd be outside, nor did you know Iâd take off my shirt.â
Angel covered his hand with hers to keep the glass from moving, to keep his fingers from whispering over her skin. To keep that damned lightning from streaking through her insides.
âSpeculation,â Angel said, âis all part of a P.I.âs life. You learn a little bit here and a little bit there about a person, you add two and two together, and then you act accordingly. Sometimes your instincts pay off; sometimes they donât.â
âDid your instincts about me pay off?â
âAs I said, you look rather fine without your shirt on.â
âAre you always
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