Page 44 of His Deadly Lies

“I have no interest in anything beyond my job,” I tell her, intent underlying every word. Except I’m hornier than ever, and the sensation is transferring into fury. At Mia.

“Your body tells me a different story,” she retorts. She glances over her shoulder at me, grinning at the fact. She knows she’s getting under my skin. “I liked you better at the hospital, Carter.”

Her words are a whisper.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She had made me. I fucking knew it. She hadn’t come right out and said it, but a gut feeling had me questioning things.

I purposely slide my hands down her hips and along the swell of her ass, underneath the roundness of each cheek, and back to her waist.

“Careful now,” I warn her. She knows she’s got me. “Wouldn’t want Daddy to know that you had to make sure I was in good shape before you truly accepted me to guard you.”

I grind my erection between her ass cheeks, feeling her heat even with the fabric separating us. Fuck me but she’s intoxicating this way. There are shadows underneath her eyes, but none of it takes away from the heat.

Her tongue darts out to lick her lip, and I track the movement.

Her cockiness and the way she sees a situation, the way she reads people has me completely in shock.

“Are you in good shape, Carter?” she asks.

How easy it would be to reach out and grab her by the back of the head, to twine my fingers through her hair and wrench her up, to make her look at me as I drive into her from behind.

I’m willing to bet if I slip my hand inside her jumper, I’ll find her wet and ready.

This woman is poison, my own personal variety, and deadlier than a bottle of whiskey on an empty stomach while driving. For some fucking reason, the more she opens her mouth, the more I like it. Each weighted barb, each glare, makes me more inclined to just fuck everything and slide my dick between those lips to gag her.

I bet she’d be real pretty with tears in her eyes, choking on my cock.

“Are you asking me how many women I’ve slept with, Mia?” I ask in return. “Judging my prowess?”

She wiggles her ass. “You’re a pig.”

“Or maybe you’re asking what my cock looks like?” I drop my voice.

“Everything out of your mouth is disgusting.”

And you like it.

“I’d be willing to show you if you want. Then you can feel my shape for yourself.”

And she surprises me again when she arches further into my cock, and then walks dead out of the linen closet as though nothing happened. Leaving me harder than fucking cement and about a second away from erupting.

I take a beat to adjust my dick in my pants to make it less noticeable—yeah, right— and then follow her out with a growl burning the back of my throat. Mia is a handful. A sexy, goddamn brilliant handful who doesn’t bat an eye at seduction or ordering the death of a handful of men who have failed her.

Which isn’t good for me.

And I don’t like being taken by surprise, by anyone.

She stops at the bar, and I stand a few paces behind her in sullen silence while she orders another drink, her last one inevitably discarded with her absence. She’s right about one thing, though—her ass really does make one hell of a view. It’s supple and curved in all the right places. Especially for a woman as slender as her.

Right now, she’s not paying a bit of attention to me. Our stolen moment in the closet might as well have happened to two completely different people as she pulls out our phone, and a vicious smile lights her face.

Only once she’s read whatever message must have popped up on her cell does she turn to me with the smile still in place, and this time it reeks of I-told-you-so.

“I knew it.” I’m not sure if she’s speaking to me or just out loud. “I knew she’d want to come here tonight. Talk about intuition.”

“Then where is our little reporter?” I want to know. “Since she clearly has your personal cell number.”

Mia waves me away. “I had the staff give it to her before she left the compound today. She wants to know if tonight is a good time to meet.” Laughter bubbles up and spills out of her lips. “I knew it. She’s trying to catch us off guard. Too bad for her. There will be nothing to see.”

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