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His ex-lover hadn’t

Anna Jean…

She wasn’t his first kill Not even close But she was the one who haunted him Because of her, he’d learned an important lesson

Drake would never again fall for another woman’s lies

Not-fucking-ever

Chapter One

Drake Archer wasn’t looking for trouble He didn’t want complications He didn’t want questions

He wanted to fuck Wanted to sink into the arhtmares that chased him every time he closed his eyes weren’t real

Even though he knew they were

The club was packed His club He owned the casino and the club that was attached to it So he stood on the top floor of his dolass, and he watched the crowd Bodies gyrated down there Wo, but he didn’t hear the beat or any of the voices thatdown there He’d soundproofed this room He liked to watch the others, but he sure as hell didn’t want anyone seeing—or hearing—him

So dresses So monsters

His gaze swept over the crowd,a few more feet, as his attention slowly shifted toward the bar

Then his eyes narrowed

The woers curled around the slender stelass—she wasn’t like the others

Her hair was a dark red, glinting under the lights It skihtly as she turned her head and gazed—right up at me

She wore all black Not so turtle-neck She reminded him of a sexy jewel thief for a e

He put his hand to the glass when anotherpompous confidence and cash The jerk put his hand on her shoulder

She shrugged him away

Then she kept staring right up at Drake

His jewel thief truly acted as if she saw him Impossible, of course There was no way that she could see through that tinted glass

She crooked her finger at him

Hell, no

A wide ser one more time A dare A taunt

She did knoas there Maybe she’d gotten chatty with the wait staff Maybe the bartender had told her that Drake would occasionally invite woe

But the redhead was dead wrong about the way this scene was played He didn’t dance to anyone else’s tune A pretty face and a sexy body wasn’t about to get to him

He needed, he wanted, but he was the one always in control

In business and in the bedroom, Drake kne to dominate

He wouldn’t be going to the little redhead

He dropped his hand

That just wasn’t the way he worked