She vehemently shook her head. “Not at all. Christian...he...just thinks I have special skills—-”

Jared smirked. “Is that so?”

Realizing how she might have been misunderstood, she said hastily, “Outside the bedroom, I mean. He thinks I’ve got a personal touch—-”

“Is that so,” Jared drawled.

Shit.

She was digging a deeper grave for herself without even trying.

“May we please talk about something else, Mr. Westland?” She was completely red-faced by now.

“Of course.” Jared slowly smiled. “But only on one condition.”

She was going to be his underpaid slave at the office now, Jane thought gloomily, and she only had herself to blame.

“What’s the condition, Mr. Westland?”

“Call me Jared.”

Chapter Six

Keine Rückkehr Casino

Jane had never been to a place like the casino where she, Christian, and AMC’s CEO were supposed to have dinner. Its interiors were opulent, with brocade-covered walls, golden columns, and a domed ceiling that used digital magic to create a sky that changed from morning to night in moments.

The women that went around the casino serving food and drinks wore halos and wings, and the long, white silk gowns wrapped loosely around their bodies dipped low in the back and had slits on each side, revealing silky long legs. The dealers, on the other hand, were dressed like—-

Demons, Jane couldn’t help thinking. Their faces and bodies were completely painted in red, bold black lines underlining their eyes, and they even wore horns and tails.

Something about it seemed strangely familiar, and her steps slowed.

Jared touched the small of Jane’s back when he saw her expression cloud. “Is anything wrong?”

“This place...”

Ah. “Does it look familiar?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Could it be in a particular video ad—-”

Jane’s eyes widened. “The future update of H!”

He was about to answer when he heard Christian Ravenhearst say from behind them, “I’m pleased you recognize it, pet.”

Jared’s face became expressionless as he watched his friend draw Jane possessively towards his side. The look that Christian directed towards him was grim, which didn’t surprise Jared. Actually, he preferred it this way, too. It was better when everything was out in the open.

“Thank you for bringing my woman to me,” Christian murmured.

Jared bared his teeth in a smile. “It was my pleasure.”

The undercurrent in the air crackled with tension, and Jane’s head slowly turned from Christian to Jared. Was it just her, or was something seriously wrong here?

And then Christian looked down at her with smoldering azure eyes, and Jane forgot her concerns as she found herself succumbing to the sensual promise in his gaze.

Christian’s head lowered and she didn’t even think of resisting. Her lips parted, and his mouth closed over hers. The stroke of his tongue was bolder than usual, rougher, and more possessive.