Page 9 of Sin City Lights

Not with any man. Ever.

“That’s huge,” Lauren muttered.

“I wouldn’tknow. He never even let me touch him.”

If she’d registered Eve’s stab at humor, Lauren didn’t show it.“He’s got to use that ginormous credit. You think he’ll ask for you again?”

“No idea. He has his pick.” Eve shrugged.“I get paid regardless.”

“Do you want him to?”

Eve felt her face grow hot.

Lauren nodded slowly.“He got to you.”

That, Eve realized, was an enormous understatement.

Lauren shook her head.“You’re so close to the finish line and to getting out of this, Evie. Keep your head on straight. The last thing you need is someone tripping you up.”

“I know,” Eve said softly.

“Maybe it would be best for you not to take him on again.”

“Maybe.”

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Adam

He’d meant to fuck her.

That had been the plan.

Adam stared at the laptop screen, the spreadsheet numbers going fuzzy before his tired eyes. He pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose. Here he was, thinking of her again.

Eve.

He clapped his laptop closed and pushed away from his desk, rolling back in his Aeron chair. He swiveled to face the glass display case, filled with model planes, aviation certificates, and business awards he’d won over the past seven years. The business was going well, and the dream project he’d been putting everything into was very close to becoming a reality. It had cost him his personal life, but then, he didn’t have or want one. Not after his disaster of a marriage finally ended with Ingrid disappearing after six years from hell.

He’d searched for her halfheartedly, only in the beginning. Truth was, he didn’t want her back.

What he wanted… He raked a hand through his hair.

What did he want?

Just a short while ago, he’d thought he’d known. He’d thrown himself into his work with laser focus. Work, eat, sleep, sometimes poker with his brother and a couple of guys. And if he needed a woman, getting one for the night was easy.

For seven years, he had done just that, and it had been unproblematic.

But now, he felt as if everything had been upended, all because of one encounter.

Why had everything gone sideways? He could just hear his brother’sribbing, giving him shit about how fast the night had gone from a hard, meaningless birthday fuck with no preamble or chitchat to…just what had it turned into?

Hell, if he knew.

The way she’d screamed as she came off that mattress, the whole damned bed shaking, her hoarse cries, how she had drenched his hand as he worked her soft, slick skin…

Fuck.

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