Page 22 of Pervade Montego Bay

He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. The look he gave me messed with my concentration—something in that moment had passed between us and it was hard to define.

Xavier held my gaze for a beat too long and this time I had trouble dragging mine away. He had an extraordinary presence and his intelligent eyes were hypnotic. His stare slid to my mouth and a foreign sensation made my dick twitch.

It had to be the adrenaline rushing through my veins. I sensed he was about to bolt. The end for him was imminent. That’s what this was, me drawing on my dark side so I could implement this order flawlessly.

He smiled at me. “This is not what you think.”

“That bank transfer says otherwise.”

He looked surprised, as though he’d not expected us to have caught his illegal wire transfer.

“You’ll never get to use it,” I added.

“That money has nothing to do with me.”

“Other than the fact it landed in your bank account.”

He looked offended. “You don’t know me at all.”

“You stayed in your cabin for the entire trip here.”

“Those were my orders.”

“Right.”

He raised his empty glass to the barman. “I wish I’d gotten to know you back on the…”

Xavier was careful enough not to say “submarine” in front of the bartender.

He glanced at me with a grin. “Rumor is you’re some kind of hero.”

“Don’t believe everything you hear.”

“You do realize the irony?”

“Head for the lift.”

“I have another drink coming.”

“Would you like to wear it?”

Xavier slid off the barstool and strolled ahead of me to the lift. He punched the button and when the doors opened we stepped in.

He leaned back against the wall. “Aren’t you intrigued by what I know about you?”

“No.”

He pulled out his phone and began punching the screen.

“Put it away.”

“I’m cutting the cameras and audio so we can talk.”

“With your phone?”

“No, with my dick.”

“Is this the elevator pitch where you try endearing yourself to me?”