accent.”
He shrugged. “Huber can’t tell.”
“What are you really?”
“I’m a citizen of the world, princess.” He smirked to throw her off the fact that he had no desire to speak about his upbringing and youth.
“The more I think about it, the more I think you’re from Australia.” She frowned. “Although I wonder if you didn’t spend time somewhere like South Africa.”
She was too close to the mark, so he ratcheted up the sneer. “You’ve been thinking about me? I’m touched.”
“Don’t be.” She crossed her arms. “Tell me about this house party Ryan’s throwing.”
“No.” He dropped the act and stared at her steadily.
She shrugged. “I’ll just ask him myself.”
“Princess”—he leaned into her, his gaze brooking no argument—“you’ll stay away from him.”
Her eyes narrowed, and he almost expected her to say “Make me.”
Instead she shrugged. “Whatever the house party is, you’re going there for nefarious purposes, as part of your deceit.”
“Disguise, not deceit,” he corrected.
She shrugged again. “Same difference, isn’t it? You’re going to spy on him.”
Every chance he got. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do. You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes.” She pointed at his face. “Every time you tell me something that’s not entirely true your eyes go flat.”
They did? He frowned. “No, they don’t.”
“Yes, actually, they do. I’m a lawyer. I’m trained to read people. When you mean it, your eyes are full of emotion.”
That couldn’t be true. He frowned. “When have I meant it?”
“When you kissed me.” She blinked, her brow furrowing. “Not that I want to think about that.”
It’d been all he’d been able to think about.
“What are you going to do if you find evidence against him?” she persisted. “Not that I admit that there is any, because I think Ryan is innocent.”
“No one’s innocent, princess.”
“I’m innocent.”
“You’re something”—he crowded her against the wall—“but it’s not innocent.”
He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her.
He told himself that he was just trying to silence her, to distract her from asking about the party and Huber. It wasn’t at all that her lips were irresistible, temptingly plump and glistening. It wasn’t that he knew that they tasted sweet, like the most delicate confection.
It wasn’t because he’d been dreaming of kissing her again.
Although he had. In the still of night, he’d imagined holding her in his arms, just like this, and running the tip of his tongue against the seam of her lips, asking her to let him in.
Her lips parted.
He sank into her.
There was another ping, but it took him a moment to realize they’d arrived at the ground floor. There was one discreet cough and another giggle as they broke apart.
Summer touched her lips, her eyes wide. Shaking her head, she strode out without a word.
He rushed after her, not sure why, only knowing that he wasn’t finished. Also, there was the view.
Before she reached the main entrance she whirled around. “I’ve been thinking.”
He barely stopped before colliding into her. “When did you have time to think?”
“In the ten meters between the elevator and here.” She folded her arms across her attractive chest, which was nice though it didn’t hold a candle to her ass. “I should go, too.”
He knew what she meant, and he didn’t like it at all. He got in her face, knowingly intimidating her. “You should stay the hell away from Ryan Huber. I mean it, Summer. Don’t get involved in this. You’ll ruin your life.”
She went toe-to-toe with him, not budging. Her chin lifted, and her blue eyes flashed ice. “Why are you doing this? What did Ryan do to you?”
“Nothing. It’s just a job.” His last job.
“Your job is awful.”
Which was why this was his last job. “You can’t still want to marry a man who steals from other
He shrugged. “Huber can’t tell.”
“What are you really?”
“I’m a citizen of the world, princess.” He smirked to throw her off the fact that he had no desire to speak about his upbringing and youth.
“The more I think about it, the more I think you’re from Australia.” She frowned. “Although I wonder if you didn’t spend time somewhere like South Africa.”
She was too close to the mark, so he ratcheted up the sneer. “You’ve been thinking about me? I’m touched.”
“Don’t be.” She crossed her arms. “Tell me about this house party Ryan’s throwing.”
“No.” He dropped the act and stared at her steadily.
She shrugged. “I’ll just ask him myself.”
“Princess”—he leaned into her, his gaze brooking no argument—“you’ll stay away from him.”
Her eyes narrowed, and he almost expected her to say “Make me.”
Instead she shrugged. “Whatever the house party is, you’re going there for nefarious purposes, as part of your deceit.”
“Disguise, not deceit,” he corrected.
She shrugged again. “Same difference, isn’t it? You’re going to spy on him.”
Every chance he got. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do. You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes.” She pointed at his face. “Every time you tell me something that’s not entirely true your eyes go flat.”
They did? He frowned. “No, they don’t.”
“Yes, actually, they do. I’m a lawyer. I’m trained to read people. When you mean it, your eyes are full of emotion.”
That couldn’t be true. He frowned. “When have I meant it?”
“When you kissed me.” She blinked, her brow furrowing. “Not that I want to think about that.”
It’d been all he’d been able to think about.
“What are you going to do if you find evidence against him?” she persisted. “Not that I admit that there is any, because I think Ryan is innocent.”
“No one’s innocent, princess.”
“I’m innocent.”
“You’re something”—he crowded her against the wall—“but it’s not innocent.”
He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her.
He told himself that he was just trying to silence her, to distract her from asking about the party and Huber. It wasn’t at all that her lips were irresistible, temptingly plump and glistening. It wasn’t that he knew that they tasted sweet, like the most delicate confection.
It wasn’t because he’d been dreaming of kissing her again.
Although he had. In the still of night, he’d imagined holding her in his arms, just like this, and running the tip of his tongue against the seam of her lips, asking her to let him in.
Her lips parted.
He sank into her.
There was another ping, but it took him a moment to realize they’d arrived at the ground floor. There was one discreet cough and another giggle as they broke apart.
Summer touched her lips, her eyes wide. Shaking her head, she strode out without a word.
He rushed after her, not sure why, only knowing that he wasn’t finished. Also, there was the view.
Before she reached the main entrance she whirled around. “I’ve been thinking.”
He barely stopped before colliding into her. “When did you have time to think?”
“In the ten meters between the elevator and here.” She folded her arms across her attractive chest, which was nice though it didn’t hold a candle to her ass. “I should go, too.”
He knew what she meant, and he didn’t like it at all. He got in her face, knowingly intimidating her. “You should stay the hell away from Ryan Huber. I mean it, Summer. Don’t get involved in this. You’ll ruin your life.”
She went toe-to-toe with him, not budging. Her chin lifted, and her blue eyes flashed ice. “Why are you doing this? What did Ryan do to you?”
“Nothing. It’s just a job.” His last job.
“Your job is awful.”
Which was why this was his last job. “You can’t still want to marry a man who steals from other
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