Page 18 of Sin City Lights

“There you are!” Heather appeared, double fisting what looked to be highball glasses of orange juice, each topped with a pick impaling an orange slice and a maraschino cherry. Her ice-blue satin evening bag dangled from her shoulder by a thin silver chain.“I got us Harvey Wallbangers!”

Devon gave her a suggestive smirk.“Hi, Heather.”

“Devon, hi! Long time no see!” She flipped her long straight platinum hair.“Eve! What are you doing here?”

Eve smiled in greeting at Heather, then felt Devon grip her elbow.

He slanted a glance at Adam.“She’s with me.”

The men’s eyes met briefly. Promptly, Adam released Eve and stepped back, turning to look at Heather in bemusement.“Wallbangers?”

Heather nodded happily, handing him one of the drinks.“The bartender recommended them. I already had one back there. Sooo good. I had to have another.” She wrapped her lips around the red straw and sucked.“You two should try these.”

Eve didn’t miss how Adam’s intense blue gaze briefly grazed Heather’s lush pink mouth. Something raw wrenched in her chest.“Looks good,” she said.“What’s in it?”

“Vodka, orange juice, and some Italian…stuff.” Heather shrugged one shoulder.

“Glorified screwdriver.” Adam held the orange drink and eyed it but didn’t partake.“Thank you. But I think I need an old fashioned after all that.”

“You earned it, man,” Devon said.“Killed it tonight. Investors looked ecstatic.”

“Enough to secure funding to finish testing, I hope.”

“Trust me, it’s in the bag. I was watching their reactions.” He glanced beyond Adam’s shoulder at two elderly gentlemen who were purposefully approaching, their keen eyes trained on Adam’s back.“Speaking of the ol’ devil…” He motioned with his chin.“Johnson and Meyer at your six.”

“Aw, shit,” Heather muttered.“Now we’ll be stuck here forever.” She zoomed in on the untouched Wallbanger in Adam’s hand, her eyesa little glassy.“I’ll take that back if you don’t want it.”

Adam passed her the drink and chuckled, a low, rich rumbling sound that was thrillingly familiar to Eve.

Interesting that he’d gone with Premier when he had such a huge credit at Eleet. Had he hired Heather for only this event or the whole night? If Heather was whining about not being able to leave, she surely had dinner and other entertainment booked with him.

Something squeezed her throat when she pictured the two of them at a restaurant, then in bed…

Eve swallowed, watching his blond hair move as he nodded, in earnest conversation with Devon and the older men.

Beside her, Heather sighed.“I’m hungry.”

He hadn’t requested Eve again; he’d called another agency and gone with Heather. Why did that bother her?

She had to face reality: Heather and she were mere diversions to this man.

Now, he was gesturing with his hands. Strong, beautiful hands, capable of—

Oh God.

She had to get away from him.

Chapter 4

Eve

“I thought we were going to Cut?”

Eve lifted a questioning brow at Devon as his sapphire-blue Porsche roared right by the Palazzo.

His hand was relaxed on the steering wheel, but the man liked to drive fast and used his cars hard. The Targa had just come back from being serviced, and Devon had insisted that he drive instead of taking a limo.

“Change of plan. We’re going to another place.”

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