Page 41 of Awakened by Sin

The brunette opened her mouth to negotiate, but something over Angel’s shoulder caught her eye. She sighed and gave Angel a look full of yearning. “Maybe another time?”

“Sure,” Angel said, and she disappeared into the crowd.

“Seriously, what are you doing here?” Carmen asked.

“I’m working.”

It was a shot in the dark, but she tried. “You’re here for Regal?”

She saw a flash of surprise, which he quickly hid. “You know Regal?”

“Of course.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry your pretty head about it.”

She scowled at the condescending tone. “He’s the most skittish man on the planet. This isn’t the place to approach him.”

His hand stroked her bare back. The streak of fire he left in his wake made her suck in a breath. It was only then that she realized they were swaying lazily to the music. She had no problem grinding against a guy she would never see again. Angel Roman was something else.

“You’re not wearing a mask,” she said.

“This is my mask.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. His sharp gaze was a blatant contrast to the relaxed body moving in tune with hers. Behind that rough accent and pretty face, something twisted and ruthless lurked.

“I don’t know what to make of you,” Angel mused.

“What do you mean?”

“Just looking at you, I wouldn’t think you knew what to do with a gun, much less have the balls to kill a man. This morning, I pegged you for a smoking hot nanny, and now you’ve morphed into a man-eater.”

“I’m not a man-eater.”

“You have trouble written all over you.”

“Then you should stay far away,” she said.

His finger wove a distracting design on the small of her back. “I like challenges. Are you here alone?”

“No, I’m out with my friends.”

He made a show of looking around. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“They’re”—she waved vaguely—“around. Somewhere.”

He raised a brow. “How smashed are you?”

“Not drunk enough to fuck you.”

He threw back his head and roared with laughter as he drew her even closer. “When I fuck you, you’re gonna be stone cold sober. I don’t want to fuck a limp body. I need you to be able to brace yourself.”

Oh, fuck. Did her pussy just spasm? Angel smiled. He definitely knew what he was doing. Men underutilized their best feature, and it wasn’t their dick or muscled body. It was their mouth. Words could make a woman hotter than touch, and he fucking knew it. Damn Roman.

“You sober yet?” he murmured.

She bared her teeth. “No!”

He continued to move with her as if he had all the time in the world. Despite his words, he wasn’t feeling her up or trying to kiss her, which made her wonder how he kissed … which he also knew. He was definitely a playboy, the most dangerous type. He might not dress in suits, but his image was carefully crafted all the same. She bet his jeans were fucking tailored. Gavin and Angel were definitely cut from the same cloth. They were from wealthy families but willing to get their hands dirty. She inhaled his cologne. It was a light, clean scent. Not overpowering. She labeled him forbidden sin. Apparently, she wasn’t into women or the other males who approached her tonight. Instead, she was attracted to Vinny’s replacements in the business and underworld: Marcus Fletcher and Angel Roman. Not good news.

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