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“Wait up. We still have the same moral-compass issues,” he insisted.

I ushered him toward the doorway. “We’re adults, Raine. Yes, you’d technically be working for The Horsham Group, but this endeavor wouldn’t require you to step foot in my office unless you wanted to.”

“So what? I’m still attracted to you and I don’t know if you remember this, but you stuck your tongue down my throat in that taxi last week. There are sparks here,” he whisper-hissed, gesturing wildly between us.

Yes, that was true. It was why I’d dropped everything to chase after him with this silly idea. I wanted him. And knowing he felt the same made my pulse race. This wasn’t over.

Not yet.

I stepped into his space, so close I could feel his breath on my cheek as I bent to speak into his ear. “Perhaps we need to establish rules.”

“What kind of rules?” he rasped.

“The kind where it’s okay for us to pick up where we left off in Las Vegas.”

He went still. “You mean…you think we should…do it again?”

My heart thumped in my chest. “I do.”

“We—we shouldn’t do that.”

“But we both want it. God knows I’ve thought about it for weeks.”

“You have?”

I nodded, tracing his jawline with my thumb. “Yes. You make an impression. I’ve gone from being highly suspicious of you turning up on my payroll to being grateful you did. I want to know you for longer than a few hours.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Chemistry and attraction are hard to dispute, and I know what I want.”

Raine’s Adam’s apple slid in his throat. “What do you want? Specifically, I mean.”

“I want to fuck you,” I whispered.

“Shh.” He glanced from side to side. “Someone might hear you.”

“Not my problem. I don’t care who knows I want to be so far inside you that you can’t remember your name…or mine,” I purred, setting a hand on his hip.

Raine groaned. “I—the rules.”

“Rule number one, sex doesn’t mean anything. It’s physical attraction. Nothing more. Rule number two, as long as we’re on the same page, we can do whatever the hell we want. Such as go to my house and continue this discussion…naked.” I licked the shell of his ear, adding, “If you’re game.”

His eyes darted from my mouth to someone or something over my shoulder. “It’s a bad idea.”

True. It was stupid, impetuous, and potentially reckless. “But it could be fun.”

“Okay. I’m in.”

10

RAINE

We hustled out of the museum and caught a taxi to his place off Grosvenor Square. I didn’t know my way around London yet, but I could tell this was the high-rent district. Stately brick buildings lined the immaculate streets in this area. Designer boutiques, chic cafés, and pricey-looking hotels gave way to rows of pristine stone façade townhomes with window boxes filled with ivy and spring flowers in welcoming pinks and purples.

The taxi driver stopped in front of one with an imposing black door flanked by spiral topiaries. Graham paid him while I gawked at my surroundings, then guided me up a short set of steps. He tapped a code into a box affixed to the stone and pushed the door open, motioning for me to enter.

I didn’t know what to expect, which was pretty much the norm when it came to this man. I should have known I was about to step into another world.