Page 26 of Revenge Is a Dish Best Served… Wearing Heels?

He stood up suddenly. "All right, I'm heading out. I'll let you know when I have the meeting set up. And you know what you should do?"

"What?"

"Find the girl."

He made it sound so easy.

Turning to face the window, I spaced out for the hundredth time today, going over every second of that night that I could remember, every word she'd said, her gestures, her mannerisms.

The way she almost shyly tucked her hair behind her ear. The way her lips parted when she listened to me talk. The way she looked at me, so full of curiosity and innocence at the same time.

There was something vaguely familiar about her, something I couldn't for the life of me place. But that wasn't surprising. Growing up in the city, with the madness that was my parents' lives, I'd met an astonishing number of people, been to a ridiculous amount of parties, galas, and benefits. So fucking many, I avoided them like the plague now.

The only reason I'd even gone to the winter ball was to spy on a city official, hoping for some dirt, like I'd told her. But then I'd spotted her. And suddenly, nothing else had mattered.

Everything I'd told her was the goddamn truth.

She'd tripped by the entrance and looked so cute doing it, that I felt this odd yet compelling urge to know her. And that had only been the beginning.

Once I'd actually met her? I'd been completely fucking done for.

Not only was she beautiful with curves to die for, but she had a sweetness about her that was rare in the world today. Genuine. Unaffected. Like she hadn't been chewed up and spit out by life yet. Like she still believed in the goodness of people.

Besides that, she'd been damn good in bed.

I scoffed to myself like an idiot. Who was I kidding? I didn't just want to fuck her again. I wanted toknowher.

Never in my life had I met someone whose kindness was so palpable, as if her heart was wrapped in light. It was like an aura surrounding her that touched anyone in her vicinity.

All night, I'd wondered why she'd been alone, why other people hadn't been just as obsessed with her, with her vibe, trying to get some of that feeling for themselves. Clearly, the room had been full of dumbasses who couldn't see the angel walking amongst us.

Was I acting a tad insane? Maybe.

But sometimes in life, you clicked with someone. Occasionally it was an instant dislike. I couldn't for sure say why. And sometimes you just immediately vibed with them. Again, no fucking clue how that worked.

With my mystery woman, it had been like that. Just instant chemistry.

And then the whole seduction thing. Goddamn.

Just thinking about it made me hard again. It was getting fucking ridiculous.

I'd been walking around with a semi ever since, rubbing it out in the shower every morning and again at night, images of her in my head, her gorgeous face—what I could see of it anyway—her hair, her dress, her sweet pussy, and the most beautiful tits I'd ever seen in my life. I couldn't get enough of them.

And when she'd flicked her nipples with her own tongue...

Roughly, I readjusted my junk. I was so fucking sick of this. Did I need to jerk off in my bathroom? Fucking hell.

More than anything, I just wanted the chance to know her. Never in my life had a woman left me hanging like this. All I had to do was flash a smile, throw a little charm their way, and that was it.

A few had even stalked me, especially once they learned my last name and knew how much I was worth.

But her? Not even a peep.

That was it. Tomás' parting words rang in my head—find the girl—and I knew I had to do something about it.

Picking up my phone, I dialed the first person I could think of to help me. Ethan Locke. We'd known each other a long time, and he'd done some things for me in the past.

If anyone could track her down, he could.