Page 6 of Desperate Games

When Andy leans in close, voice a little slurred, eyes bright with challenge, and says, “Wanna see my room?”

There’s not a cell in my body that can say no.

I don’t hesitate.

I can’t.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I reply, my voice huskier than I intended.

Because something about her is pulling me in, rewiring me in real-time, making me crave things I’ve never let myself want.

Heat.

Connection.

Her.

I don’t know what this is yet.

But I know one thing for sure.

Whatever Andy Ramirez wants from me tonight? She’s getting it.

Sure she thinks I’m just a warm body with a good smile and the right kind of eyes to drown in.

She’s not wrong.

But she doesn’t know the half of it.

The woman walks ahead of me like temptation. The words coming out of her mouth? Pure trouble.

But that’s okay. I like trouble.

Especially the kind that tastes sweet at first, then bites down hard.

She’s got Volkov fire in her blood and Ramirez steel in her spine—and the truth is, I’ve had my eye on her longer than she realizes.

“You better not disappoint, Big Guy,” she says with a toss of her curly hair over her shoulder.

I grin.

“Baby, you have no idea what you’re in for,” I murmur, keeping pace behind her as we sneak around to her private little bungalow.

She drops her key and bends down to get it, making that fucking dress tighten around her perfect, round ass.

And fuck me, I’m so hard right now I can almost taste it.

This little setup?

Her flirtation. Her plan. Her idea.

She thinks she’s the one in control.

That’s adorable.

See, Junior and I go way back. He trusts me.

Which means I get invited to places like this—under the radar, always watching. Always listening.