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Blood rushing in her ears and desire slowing her thinking, it took a second to realize that he’d released her hand and stepped away Once she did, her survival instinct kicked in, and she flew out the door, hurrying up the staircase to her rooroup and co into bed with her blackmailer

Chapter Three

Rainbow on the move

Sitting at the dining roolanced back down at the sche country house spread out before hih he looked at the architectural plan, he couldn’t help but picture the rainbow-haired wo mad this afternoon

His cock stirred at the iven in to the te a path up the narrow column of her neck The way her nipples had tented under the thin material of her dress as he’d leaned in close to warn her not to do anything stupid had ale Of course, that was exactly the reaction she’d been going for It was the one men always seee, according to her file

Not that his cock was listening to the warnings his brain was sending out

If he didn’t watch it, Lucas would beco list of sad saps who’d fallen for Ruby’s femme fatale charms He couldn’t—wouldn’t—let that happen

The sound of high heels on theroo up the blueprints, he settled his features into a neutral , fored around a trio of beeswax candles Obviously, soht they had a sense of humor—too bad he didn’t First Operation Fa to have to have a talk with the teaers and pinched out the candles’ flames

“Are we celebrating our engagement with a romantic dinner?” Ruby asked fro her full, pink lips

Mads must have returned froed Gone was the virginal white dress Now she wore a loose white shirt casually tucked into the narroaist of a pair of strategically ripped jeans A bright cluster of necklaces crossed the deep V neckline of her shirt, co to rest in the deep valley between her tits By the tiaze made it up frorin with an arched eyebrow for an overall s look

If he were the type to get eiven up that useless eet in the way of hioals

“More of a working dinner,” he said, pulling out his chair and sitting down

Following his lead, she sat down next to hienda?” she asked, her tart tone betraying the blasé expression she wore like a shield

“Your life story” He needed to find out the things she may not think mattered that could make the difference in whether or not Rolf Macintosh fell for the ruse or saw right through to the truth

Her expression hardened, irritation flashing in her gray eyes “I figured you already had a black folder filled with all of my secrets already”