Page 101 of Lady and the Hitman
Teasing.
A reminder that just because I’d fed him didn’t mean I was off the hook.
“Ronan—”
“Tell me you still taste like rosemary and wine.”
“Why don’t you find out?”
His mouth curved against mine. “I intend to.”
And then he did.
Right there, against the counter.
Slow. Delicious. Dangerous.
Like he had all night—and every night after.
19
Ihadn’t realized how loud the world was until I stepped back into it.
The coworking space was the kind of place where everyone pretended their hustle was effortless. A curated sort of chaos buzzed around me—clicking keys, low laughter, someone pitching something over Zoom in the back conference room. I moved through it in a fog, still sore in places I wouldn’t dare talk about, still carrying the heat of the night before.
I was barely seated—laptop open, coffee steaming, pretending to scroll through inboxes—when I heard her.
“Oh, my God.”
Mina’s voice came from behind me, part awe, part scandalized whisper. I turned slowly, heart already pounding.
She plopped down across from me at the little round table we usually shared, eyes wide behind her oversized tortoiseshell glasses. “Tell me you didn’t.”
I blinked. “Didn’t what?”
Herbrows shot up.
I hesitated.
Her jaw dropped. “Wait. You’ve been gone too long. Are you telling me you saw him more than once?”
I swallowed. “Mina?—”
“Zara.”
She sounded like someone on the brink of a cardiac event. “That’s not how it works. That’s not how Alpha Mail works.”
I glanced around, heat rushing to my face. “Keep your voice down. You’re jumping the gun here, don’t you think?”
Mina leaned in. “You’re telling me you didn’t just sleep with him once. You saw him multiple times? Like … romantically?”
How could she tell?
I didn’t answer.
She stared. “I’ve used Alpha Mail. Once. It was … exactly what it was supposed to be. One night. One man. No names. No repeats.”
I looked down at the bracelet on my wrist, the gold glinting faintly beneath my sleeve. “Maybe my guy makes exceptions.”
