by RC Boldt
Once he realizes I don’t intend to offer an explanation, he continues his search. When his fingers graze the sensitive skin of my inner thighs near my panties, I stamp my lips into a firm line to suppress the gasp threatening to break free and attempt to calm my breathing.
It all goes to hell when his hands glide around to cup my ass.
Dark brows rise a fraction, like he’s just discovered something intriguing. “Now, Professor. Didn’t take you for a thong kinda woman,” he murmurs huskily.
I narrow my eyes with an icy glare. “Kindly remove your hands from my ass.”
The hint of a smirk tugs at one edge of his lips. “Ain’t done just yet.”
Hands move to cup my face and he turns my head from side to side, fingers brushing along my ears before abruptly stepping back.
I tug at my skirt, smoothing it back in place, and attempt to quell my unsettling reaction to his touch.
“You’re comin’ with me.”
“No, thank you.”
His eyes grow squinty, the golden brown darkening with annoyance. “Woman, nobody questions my calls. You do what I say.”
“I don’t know you, so that makes your calls irrelevant to me.” I step closer, bringing us toe-to-toe. “Why don’t I just call the police? I’m sure they’d be salivating over catching someone like you.”
Tension crackles between us while he studies me. When the right edge of his mouth upticks, my gaze is drawn to the movement. Distractedly, I realize his bottom lip is much fuller than the top, luscious in a way countless women would pay good money for.
“If I wasn’t doin’ my job right, then none of ’em would have a hard-on for me. Plus, they ain’t got no proof.” Leaning in, bringing our faces a breath away from touching, the ominous thread in his voice is undeniable. “You’ll do what I say if you’re smart.”
When I part my lips, he continues with barely a pause. “Got info on your parents you’ll be interested in.” His cool eyes never stray from mine. “And since I run this city, you’ll do what I say. And I say you’re comin’ with me.”
I hold his gaze. “Pretty sure the mayor runs this city.”
His smirk is unsettling, as though my response amuses him. “Mayor Biancanetta? He works for me.”
Something in the way he phrases it, the iciness dripping from his words, sends unease trickling down my spine. Which is why I immediately try another angle.
“Look, you’ve obviously got the wrong person—”
He pins me with an intense, impenetrable glare. “I got the right person. You were born on June eleventh in Cuba. Dad’s name was Antonio and your mom’s name’s Johanna—”
Relief pummels me. “No. I was born in Connecticut and my father’s name was Liam. My mother’s name was Beth.” I mash my lips thin against the anguish that still manages to edge itself in after all these years. “They’re both dead.”
The edges of his mouth quirk the slightest bit. “Wrong.”
I’m barely able to bite back a snarl. “What do you mean, wrong?”
“Your real mom ain’t dead.” He leans toward me, voice dark with a steely edge. “And you’re my ticket to get her to come out of hidin’.”
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Acknowledgments
Massive thanks to my editing and proofreading “fairies” Alpha Beta, Editing 4 Indies, Diamond in the Rough Editing, Kaitie Reister, Judy’s Proofreading, and Deaton Author Services who helped me whip this book into shape; to Hang Le for an incredible cover; to my incredible publicist Nina and the entire team at Social Butterfly PR, my awesome assistant Melissa, the lovely ladies at Give Me Books, and Hazel J. who, without fail, lets me toss an unedited manuscript at her and gives me the most useful feedback—I adore and am so utterly grateful to each of you!!
Of course, I most definitely wish to thank the following (in no particular order):
Sarah—my Australian BFF who still puts up with me after, what? Shy of five years, now? Good lord. You deserve a medal. And wine. Lots and lots of wine. Thank you for always being in my corner. #LYLT
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