Fueling His Hunger (Masters of Adrenaline 2)

Shit. The idea had been to steer the conversation away from an interrogation about his business, but she hadn’t meant to sound like she was interested. Stupid. This guy had her all flustered and he hadn’t even done anything. Hell, she’d gone toe to toe with some of the biggest badasses in town, and now she was completely botching this because the guy happened to be easy to look at?

His eyes narrowed. “It’s the royal ‘we’ but only if you’re referring to my cousin and my brother who are royal pains in the ass. As for a wife, I doubt any woman would tolerate me that long.”

“No?” She’d been expecting bravado, not self-effacement. The latter was far more intriguing coming from a guy who was built and hot, and obviously intelligent if he fixed computers for a living. There was no way this guy could be a car thief. The other ones she’d met were ballsy fuckers, not nice guys. Although, maybe the nice guy thing was an act. Maybe her libido wanted it to be an act. If he was a car thief he was off limits, but if the tip had been bogus and he was just a hot, gainfully employed man who may or may not know how to use all of those muscles he owned . . .

Bad Mila. Get your mind out of his pants.

For a moment it looked like he was going to say something, but then he just smiled enigmatically. “It’ll be ready Sunday.” He pushed to his feet and she got the distinct impression she’d been dismissed.

Dammit. Had she done something to tip him off?

Embarrassed, she rose, trying to gather her composure. She was going to have a serious talk with herself as soon as she got to the safety of her car.

“Thanks.”

She made it out to the car, not sure what the hell had just happened. When she went to pick up her ancient laptop and the useless files on it on Sunday, she had to make sure her head was in the game. With effort she managed not to look through the store’s front window to catch a last look at him.

Sunday.

Maybe she’d softened him up for more conversation, but he wasn’t overly chatty. He hadn’t really told her more than she could have learned online. Talk about being off her game.

If she were lucky, she’d get laid after the wedding on Saturday. With those needs satisfied, maybe she could keep her mind on her work at their next encounter.