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| ~ Lessons in Seduction ~ |
| How to Seduce a Warlock in Five Easy Steps
From Don't Let Go 1. Do whatever it takes to get the job done. She set her hands on his shoulders. “Like the show so far, Mr. Dade?” “I think we need to get something straight—” Unwilling to risk him pulling back because she wasn’t his regular girl, Bree rocked back on her heels, sliding down his lap. He closed his eyes, opening them a second later, and fastening onto hers. She brushed against him again, bringing her front in full contact with his chest. He gripped her hips this time and shook his head. “You really need to stop doing that.” She leaned forward, her mouth hovering above his ear. “Is there a problem?” “Aside from not being Mr. Dade, no, not really.” Bree froze. She leaned back and stared hard into his eyes. “You’re not Mason Dade?” “Right about now I sure as hell wish I was.” 2. Tell him what he needs to hear. He flattened a palm against the wall next to her head, and she tried not to think about where that gesture had led them last time even as her body hungered for it. “Think you have me all figured out, do you?” She needed to stay focused and not get sucked into the desire slowly licking through her belly. “I’ve got a good handle on your type.” “Oh, this I’ve got to hear.” “You’re a player. Cocky. Charming. Don’t like anyone, especially not a woman, to say no to you.” “Wow,” he mocked, his voice seductively soft. “I’m impressed.” He planted his other hand on the other side of her, caging her between his arms. “There’s just one thing you’ve clearly forgotten from the last time I stood this close to you.” She rocked back on her heels, her skin hot in anticipation of a touch she craved more than her next breath. “I’m impulsive as hell.” He dragged her to his chest and crushed his mouth to hers. 3. Negotiate only when absolutely necessary. Her brows drew together. “How come you haven’t told her I’m already here?” Finn shrugged. “Call me curious. Plus I don’t think you’d look too good in correctional orange. I don’t think it’s your color.” Red, on the other hand, suited her perfectly. “What are you doing here?” “Looking for information.” “On what?” She tilted her chin in defiance. “I’ll tell you when you tell me what you are doing here.” He shook his head. “You don’t get to ask the questions. I was invited here. Somehow I don’t think you were.” Bree rolled her eyes. “If you’re planning to rat me out, get on with it already.” She didn’t look as comfortable with the prospect as the casual slant of her shoulders suggested. He shrugged. “Have it your way.” He turned towards the door. Her hand clamped down on his arm. “Wait.” 4. If things turn ugly, you want him at your back. Bree’s heart kicked against her ribs. Instinct demanded she take away the threat to her friends, but with three guns she couldn’t eliminate all three at once. She shot a glance at Finn. His face was carefully blank, and at this moment she wished she’d told him what she was capable of before this. The tallest of the men gestured to the front door. “Let’s go.” Finn shook his head. “Not until we know what this is about.” “You’re not calling the shots.” Isaac Lewis stepped into the room, coming from the kitchen and jabbed another gun into the middle of Finn’s back. “I told you that you didn’t want to piss my people off.” “These your people?” Lewis sneered. “Some of them.” He inclined his head at Bree. “Do I put my gun to her head, or do we get moving?” “They’ve got nothing to do with any of this,” Bree said. “They’re to make sure the two of you cooperate.” With the barrel of his gun, Lewis propelled Finn forward. “Put them in the front car. These two can ride with me.” Finn’s gaze slammed to hers and in it she saw they had no choice but to go along. 5. Subtle is sometimes best. “The cop you called, he’s good at what he does? He’ll find who did it?” “Reece is a pain in the ass, but yeah, he’s a good cop. He’s dating my baby sister,” he added. “You don’t approve of them hooking up,” she guessed. “He was the last guy I wanted near Violet.” “How come?” “He’s a cop.” Bree frowned. “You’re a PI.” Both were just as bad as far as she was concerned. Both careers far too inquisitive by nature to someone with skeletons in the closet. But despite that, Bree found it remarkably easy to talk to Finn in her dark living room going on one o’clock in the morning. She tucked her knees under her to get more comfortable. At the other end of the couch, he draped his arm across the back, and she caught herself more than once watching his mouth, the sound of his voice playfully soothing as he joked about the different things he’d thought about doing to Reece. She felt his gaze on her and smiled. “Don’t do that,” he said softly. She grinned wider. “Don’t do what?” “Make me want to kiss you again.” |
