Hell—no he wasn’t.
He’d wound her up like a toy programmed to respond to his commands. Knowing that should’ve made her feel sick. She didn’t hand her independence to anyone.
She heard a drawer open and close. He’d checked for her slide of pills.
He’d lied.
He had to know her name. She’d told him where she worked. He’d have used that. Figured out the rest. A man this used to being in control wouldn’t risk not knowing who he’d put up in his complimentary suite.
She went to the doorway of the bedroom. The quilt was puddled in a cloud on the floor. His pants were draped over the arm of a chair. He was propped up on the pillows, in the middle of the bed where she’d slept last night, the sheet pooled around his waist. She couldn’t look away from the straight line of his broad shoulders, the hard ridge of muscle in his chest that fell to ripples down his abdomen.
The two bedside lights blazed and he looked at her with pure expectation in his eyes.
“You’re a liar.”
He didn’t expect that, but only a flick of his chin gave it away. “Everyone lies, gorgeous. What do you think I lied about?”
“You know my name.”
“I know a whole hell of a lot more dangerous information about you than your name. I know what you look like when you come. Like you could fly.”
He spoke like a poet, like a lawyer. Like a man who knew the measure of words, not one who’d struggled to learn to read. He didn’t deny it. He was a liar and God knows what else, but
she couldn’t wait to crawl across the wide expanse of bed and have his hands on her.
“I didn’t lie to you about anything that can hurt you, gorgeous.”
“What did you lie about?”
“I’m a gun runner.”
“I’m serious.”
“No lie, you’re beautiful.”
“That’s irrelevant.”
“Not from where I’m sitting. Are you going to let a little thing like me being untrustworthy stop me from making love to you?”
“I should.”
“You won’t.”
“Are you always so sure of yourself, of what other people will do?”
He didn’t answer, but a lopsided grin spread across his face.
“I think I hate you.”
“Not yet you don’t. Come here now.”
“It’s too bright.”
“I told you I wanted to see you.”
“You gave me darkness last night.”
“That was last night. I’m a liar and I’m inconsistent.”