ends of her hair. “He looked good on my arm, but he was way too serious. Everything he did felt like part of some bigger strategy, you know?”
I’m sure she wasn’t imagining that. Oliver is as ruthless as any of us, but he’s known for his cunning and caution. I’d never say it to Sophie’s face, but it’s not beyond the realm of possibility he was only with her because he thought she might have useful information about me. Fucking information out of women is one of his wider-known tactics. The guy’s a douche. “Where does he like to hang out?”
She shrugs. “He likes Giovanni’s for dinner, and Trip for clubbing.” She tucks a leg under her and pulls a plate with a massive hamburger and fries in front of herself. She takes three enormous bites of the burger, then pours some catsup on her plate and dips a fry. “So, now you know the sorry state of my love life. Is there anyone special in yours?”
I keep eating, intending to ignore her question. That’s all the answer she needs.
Her eyebrows lift. “Who is she? Anyone I know?”
I can’t stop myself from laughing out loud. “Definitely no.”
“So she’s someone you met on the job?” she asks with a wave at my suit.
I take another bite of steak. “What is this, twenty questions?”
She tilts her head at me. “I want to know what kind of woman it takes to twist the unflappable Robby Delgado’s heart into a knot.”
I look at her a long second and decide there’s no harm in telling her. “She’s a schoolteacher.”
She quirks a sardonic half smile. “Do you like to play school, Robby? Does she spank you?”
“Subject’s closed.” I knock back the wine and polish off my steak, even though I’ve lost my appetite.
“Fine, so answer my other question.” She rests an elbow on the table and props her cheek in her hand. “Tell me how this happened.”
I lean back, take a deep breath. “I needed a little time to regroup after things went bad in Chicago. But I’m going back.”
Everyone knows the Delgado empire was paid for in blood. I’m pretty sure that’s part of the lure for most women. I’m a real-life bad boy. But, like most people, Sophie has no idea how deep that river of blood runs.
Her expression takes a sudden shift from cynical to concerned. “Everything’s . . . okay?”
I nod. “It will be.”
She picks my hand up off the table and holds it. Her skin is warm and soft and does absolutely nothing for me. “I always worried about you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
She pushes out of her seat, moves around the table, stops next to my chair. Her fingers brush down the side of my face, and her hair sweeps over me just before the drops a kiss on my cheekbone. “I still worry about you,” she whispers in my ear.
I stand and pace to the window.
She comes up behind me and hooks her fingers into the lapels of my suit jacket. I let her slide it off my shoulders. “I think you should join me in my room tonight.”
I close my eyes, and my jaw tightens.
“We were good together, Robby. No one else has ever done to me the things you did. I miss you.”
I pull a breath to steel my nerves. “I can’t.”
Her hands brush over me as she circles and stops right in front of me, forcing me to see her. Her fingertip traces the lines of my face. “I just want you tonight. I’m not asking for forever.”
I don’t stop her as she pulls off my tie and unbuckles my shoulder holster, dropping my Glock onto the armchair. She unbuttons my shirt and pulls her T-shirt over her head.
There’s a reason she’s a movie star; she’s all woman. She’s long and lean with full round breasts and tight red nipples that are just begging to be sucked. She presses against me, and her hand finds my package. “You’re the best I’ve ever had, Robby,” she purrs.
Adri’s taste, her scent, how it felt to be inside of her flood my senses. I close my eyes and feel her against me, the only woman I’ll ever want—the woman who ruined me for all others.
Sophie’s lips brush over my pecs, and her tongue flicks my nipple as she slides my shirt off my shoulders. Against my will, my cock responds. I tip my head back as she unbuckles my belt and works the fly of my slacks, pressing her hand against