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Aria shrugs and pulls her dress down. “I guess I better keep my legs pressed together until we get to the car, then.”

I sigh and turn away from her, already feeling guilty about the line I just crossed. It’s a mistake that shouldn’t have happened but I’m tired of fighting my attraction to her. It is a momentary lapse in judgement that I won’t let happen again.

But as she drops to her knees and licks my cock clean while I slip my earpiece in, I’m not so sure I can keep that promise.

11

ARIA

“You know, if we both have to suffer through this party, you could at least go as my date so I have someone to talk to,” I say as I walk into my bedroom wearing nothing but a towel.

Tyson glances at me before looking away. It’s been nearly a week since we hooked up in the club and he is still barely saying anything to me.

“That’s a terrible idea.”

“You didn’t think that sleeping with me last weekend was a terrible idea,” I say as I consider dropping the towel and trying to get a better reaction from him.

Tyson crosses his arms and stares out the window, turning his back to me. “That was a terrible idea, too. It shouldn’t have happened and it won’t be happening again.”

I roll my eyes and try to put on a false air of confidence. I’m not used to working this hard to get somebody’s attention. It’s starting to get old, but there’s something about him that I can’t shake.

“You’re such an old man,” I say, disappearing into my closet and looking for an appropriate dress to wear to a black tie event.

Damien’s thirty-seventh birthday is nothing special. Dad is just using the event as an opportunity to do business and verify loyalties. Those who don’t send their respects or a person from their family will be considered someone who may be turning against my father.

His paranoia is the reason for a big birthday party, not Damien’s desire for one.

“I’m not that old.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I’m only thirty-four.”

I roll my eyes and walk deeper into the closet. Though I can’t see him anymore, I know that he’s still paying attention to what I’m doing. It’s his job.

Maybe that is what bothers me the most about our entire situation. Everything between us is only happening because I am an asset and he is my handler.

The more days pass, the more I consider if working with Tyson is a mistake. I still want to see my father in prison, but I’m starting to think I might get Tyson killed.

When we’re around other people, I’m going to need to stop teasing him relentlessly. My friends noticed the way I was looking at him when we were at the club. If that ever gets back to my father, Tyson is a dead man.

Still, while we are alone, I can have my fun.

“Plenty old enough to know what we were doing when we hooked up,” I say as I grab a dark wine-colored dress that compliments my complexion. There’s a slit that’s cut too high to be considered ladylike.

I grin. It’s the perfect dress to wear to drive him wild.

“Old enough to know that you’re far too young for me.” Tyson glances at me as I walk back into the bedroom. His gaze darts to the dress and his eyes narrow when he sees the slit.

“I don’t think I’m too young for you. Twenty-one isn’t that young.”

“I was a teenager when you were born,” Tyson says with a bitter laugh as he looks away from me. “You’re too young to know what you want, Aria. Just give up this game before somebody gets hurt. We have work to do.”

“I’m young, but I know what I want. The only reason that you keep pushing me away is because you’re scared.”

He smirks and shakes his head. “Spoken like a petulant child who isn’t getting what she wants.”

“I’ve had what I want,” I say with a pointed look at his pants. “Now, I’m just having fun.”

“Have fun with somebody else before you get both of us killed.”

“Your old age has made you jaded.”

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