Page 53 of Master of My Life

my job.” She waved two fingers in the air. The bartender in the corner jumped up and began pulling

bottles down from the shelves behind him.

Damian tented his fingers, tapping his forefingers on his lip as he studied her. She watched him

with an amused smile. When the bartender arrived with her drink—martini, two olives—she accepted

it with a broad smile and a wink. The young man’s cheeks turned pink, and he gave a small bow

before returning to his post.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen our young friend become flustered,” Damian said.

“How many women do you get in here?” Sydney reached forward and picked up her drink,

displaying a healthy amount of cleavage.

“Touché.”

George stood. “I’ll leave you two to talk.” He turned to Damian. “Let me know if you need

anyone else.”

“I’m sure I can handle anything he has for me, George.” She lifted her chin to accept a kiss on the

cheek from George.

“If anyone can, it’s you darling.” He gave a sharp nod to Damian, then walked away.

Damian pondered the first question he should ask. It would reveal as much about himself as her

answer would about her. Well, as much as he wanted to reveal.

“You’re not sure what to ask?” Sydney asked, amusement dancing in her eyes.

He schooled his face to hide his irritation. She would either be an amazing asset and partner, or a

delight to conquer. He didn’t know which appealed more to him. “How many men have you killed?”

“What makes you think I’m a killer?” She took a sip of her drink.

“George wouldn’t have recommended you if you weren’t.”

She arched a delicate brow. “I hadn’t heard that you were so forthcoming with people you didn’t

know.”

“I’m an excellent judge of first impressions.”

“That I have heard.” She smiled. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

It was Damian’s turn to smile. He appreciated her discretion. “How many of the men in this club

have you seduced for your work?”

She gave a low laugh. “More than a few.”

“Tell me something you won’t do.”

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