Page 4 of Sweet Deception
I grunt and watch him stalk away.
I take it back. Despite the lack of shared blood, my father and I are exactly the same where it counts.
Duty before family.
Always.
The woman in the black dress reappears. My slouched spine straightens, and I absorb more details.
The material of the sexy, elegant cocktail dress skims her lithe body and subtle curves, and the flared skirt swishes when she walks to reveal a pair of deliciously toned calves and thighs.
Loose waves I want to knot my fingers in have replaced the low bun.
The red stains now accentuating those lush lips entice me, urging me to shove her to her knees and transfer that color all over my dick.
Those magnetic gray eyes land on me and stick.
While waiting for her to inevitably avert her gaze, I drink in the rest of her. Her long swan neck. Her plump lower lip. The curve of her shoulders and the elegance of her collarbones.
She’s still staring. No stranger has ever held my gaze like this… Yet this woman regards me like we’re ex-lovers with unfinished business.
Hold up. Now she’s gliding toward me.
Anticipation builds inside me like a slow-burning fuse.
It takes a lot of balls for a woman to crash the mobster wedding she’s hired to work.
Obviously, she’s a gold digger, headed my way for some attention and a payday. I should probably kick her out or evenredirect her to my father, but I already know I’m not going to do either.
I can’t remember the last time I let myself play with a woman, and cutting loose—just for tonight—could be fun.
Besides, I love a good mind game.
As long as I win.
Chapter Three
Darren Kelly’s eyes dance over my face, the intensity of his attention so potent that approaching him feels like running through five feet of water.
I ignore that fear, though, and approach him with carefully orchestrated distress, my movements deliberately less controlled than usual. I’m going for damsel in distress. Swallowing back the distaste I have for this character, I guide my lips into an uncertain smile.
“Mind if I hide here for a moment?” My voice hitches just enough to be convincing as I glance nervously over my shoulder at an imaginary pursuer.
All these macho alpha assholes have that possessive, protective instinct when it comes to women, right?
I’ll be whatever kind of woman required to get him to sit there with his phone on the table and talk to me for a minute.
The Bluetooth cloning program runs silently on my own cell. It’s tucked into the pocket hidden in my flared skirt, ready to connect the moment I’m within range. I only need sixty seconds of proximity.
I open my mouth to give more dialogue to this soap opera character I’m playing, but when Darren’s bright blue eyes slide back to mine, I’m struck dumb.
With their intense glow, they might as well be laser beams.
His eyes rake over my body from head to toe, then slowly crawl back up.
Well, that was the most visceral once-over of my life.
He just fondled me without even using his hands.
