Page 62 of Lose Me In The Shadows

Micah laughed, harshly. “I’m betting everything that matters to me that I am.”

God, men were gross. And stupid.

It had been silly easy to get access to Vincent. A little bending forward, a hand on a guard’s arm, a giggle or two, and she was right through.

Billionaires, she decided, were much stupider and grosser than the average man. She’d had the displeasure of interacting with three: Chris, who maybe wasn’t a billionaire on his own but had billionaire brothers, which basically counted; Marcus, who maybe was the exception who proved the rule but only time would tell; and now this pathetic racecar driver wannabe. He was talking in a loud voice, his eyes only on her breasts, and hadn’t asked her a single question. For someone who put so much money into his own security, he certainly didn’t realize that a woman could be as much of a threat as a man.

She wasn’t the only woman there; there was a trio of gorgeous women flirting and dancing. At one point, Kara caught the prettiest one’s eyes, who rolled her own in commiseration. Kara didn’t judge them; if they wanted to scam this asshole by using their beauty and their boobs, then more power to them.

They were, however, her competition at the moment, which created a problem. She wasn’t nearly as pretty as they were, no matter what Conor claimed.

You’re the most beautiful woman here.

As if he’d heard her thought, Conor caught her eyes from across the room, where he was busy propping the wall up with his big shoulders.

He nodded.

It was go time.

Eyeing the cocktail that Vincent held, she reached for it, stealing it from his hand and wrapping her lips around the straw, sucking as she eyed him from under her lashes. God, had she come far from the woman in the bar on Coronado Beach who’d been so uncomfortable in her little black dress, she kept pulling it down. But she was Kryptonite Pussy, and if she had to use it to get what she—and her men—needed…

Gross. She wasn’t going to fuck him.

She was however going to get him out of the room.

Pretending to trip, she spilled the silly cocktail all over Vincent’s shirt.

“What the fuck, bitch,” he barked, staring aghast at his now wet t-shirt. “This cost $8,000.”

Dear god.

And “bitch”? She wished she had tossed the drink in his face instead.

But she schooled her features into a sorry pout. “I’m so sorry, oh my god oh my god. I can’t believe I just spilled my drink all over you! I’m such a huge fan of the work you do and so impressed by how you give back to the community. Please let me make it up to you. Why don’t you come with me to the bathroom and I’ll get you…allcleaned up.”

Ugh.

He looked her up and down, his eyes getting caught on her boobs.

Thank you, Micah, for insisting on this dress.Kara resisted looking over at him.

When he looked back up at her face, his glower was gone. He ran his fingers over her collarbone, and Kara had to resist punching him in the face, the way Luke had taught her. Instead she forced her face into a sultry expression as she waited for the verdict.

“Lead the way,” he said.

Holy fuck, had that really worked? That was almost too easy.

As she turned to go, one of the other women winked.Get him good, she mouthed. Kara couldn’t help but wink back.

He signaled to his guards, who followed him. All five of them.

Yep, she’d been right. Too easy.

She swayed her way out of the ballroom, headed back to the bathroom she’d gotten off in only minutes before, hoping that Conor, Micah, and Luke were as strong as she thought they were, and could take down five guards. But how could they? Luke’s shoulder still hurt him, no matter how much he tried to hide it. Maybe she shouldn’t have shot him. Or she could’ve at least waited until after she needed him to be operating at full strength.

Vincent walked next to her, leaning into her shoulder to describe his filthy fantasies. Unlike when her men dirty talked her, all she felt was revulsion—similar to the revulsion she’d felt when she’d come face to face with Chris again.

Actually, this guy reminded her of Chris. The entitlement, the petulance, the unearned ego. He especially reminded her of Chris when he grabbed her ass and whispered, “You’re gonna make it up to me, aren’t you, slut? Probably wet just thinking about it. I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

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