Page 22 of Ruthless Oath

“You weren’t that specific,” she said. “And I don’t believe you really wanted me to go.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I could tell by the way you kissed me.” She dropped her gaze to my mouth. “You didn’t want me to leave, but you were conflicted. You think I’m the bad guy.”

“I know I’m the bad guy in this scenario, and you’re going to find out how bad I can be if you keep provoking me.”

“I didn’t come here to provoke you.”

“Why did you come?”

“I have a proposition.” She set her bag on the table by the door. “One you’ll be extremely interested in.”

“How can you be so confident that I’ll be interested? You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know a thing or two.” She bit her bottom lip. “I pay attention.”

“You only pay attention when it has a big price tag and a designer name.”

What would she do for a shopping spree in Italy? I could have us on a private jet within the hour.Fuck, no! I don’t want that. I don’t want her.

“What is it you think you know?” I asked.

“You want your dad back.” She said those words so casually, as if she could make that happen.

“Don’t go there.” I gripped the edge of the desk. “It won’t end well for you.”

“What else is new?” She sauntered farther into the room, swaying her hips. “I have some information for you.”

“What is it?”

“I’m not going to hand it over that fast.” She plopped down on the couch, and her perky breasts peeked out of the top of her dress. “I’ll tell you what I know, but I need something from you in exchange.”

I would have thrown her out if she wasn’t so pleasing to look at. The last few days had been hectic, and I could use a break from all the shit I had been dealing with.

“Did your father send you?”

“What? Why would he send me here?”

“I don’t believe you came here in good faith.” I prowled closer to her. “Your father isn’t the most scrupulous man, but sending his daughter into enemy territory dressed like that to gain information is low, even for him.”

“That’s not what’s going on.” She crossed her legs and leaned forward. “Don’t you want to hear what I have to say?”

“Why do you need my help?” I sat down next to her. “What do you think I can do for you?”

“Protect me.”

“From what?”

“I can’t tell you yet.”

“Don’t waste my time.” I rested my hand on her thigh. “Why do you need me to protect you?”

“If I give you this information, I would be betraying my family and…” She lowered her gaze to her lap as I slipped my fingers higher, caressing her inner thigh.

“And?” I inched closer to her, breathing in her sweet scent.

“My father has these ridiculous plans for me, and I don’t want to agree to them.”

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