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tonight?” he asked.
    I couldn’t even allow myself a small smile. I couldn’t let him know I was pleased. I gave him another fuck- you face. “Not you, if that’s what you’re hoping.”
    “That wasn’t what I asked.” He leaned a shoulder into the wall as I slipped into my heels.
    I glanced at his crotch, where something was prominently on display, and lifted an eyebrow.
    He shrugged and didn’t appear the least bit ashamed. “A beautiful woman with an equally beautiful rack is two feet in front of me. I’d be concerned if my johnson wasn’t at full attention.” That wasn’t just full attention. That bulge was at holy-shit attention. “So, I’ll repeat myself. What are you doing tonight?” If he stared at my boobs any longer, he would bust something.
    That’s exactly where I wanted him. Facing him, I gave him a better view for a split second before slipping my dress over my head. Puppy dogs couldn’t look so sad. “Monogamy. That’s what I’m planning on doing tonight. And tomorrow night. And the night after that. You should give it a try some time.” I tossed my bikini top into my purse and gave him an expectant look.
    “For a woman like you, I just might be tempted to,” was his reply.
    I’d never heard that line before . . .
    “If you ever find yourself so tempted one day,” I said, passing him on my way to the door, “let me know.”
    I felt his eyes watching me intently, like a predator deciding just how to attack. The Mr. Silvas of the world didn’t realize they weren’t at the top of the food chain though.
    I was.
    “Daniel!” he called after me. “And I’ll be letting you know soon!”
    I shot a wave at the girls giving me impressive glares. This isn’t the kiddie pool, girls. You’re swimming with the sharks now . “Sienna,” I replied over my shoulder, giving Daniel his first small smile. Women needed to better understand they couldn’t give anything away for free when it came to a man, a smile included. He had to work for it, he had to earn it because . . . he wanted to work for it, he needed to earn it. “And I won’t hold my breath.”
    I walked out of the country club knowing I wouldn’t have to look for Mr. Silva anymore. Daniel would come looking for me.
     

 
     

     
     
    I WAS LOUNGING on the balcony of my hotel room when one of my three cell phones rang. It was the G-designated one. She never just called to shoot the shit, so either something was very wrong or very right.
    I answered the call and hoped for the best. “Bonjour, Madame G.”
    “Closed the Silva case yet?” was her warm greeting.
    I smiled. If something was wrong, G would have gotten straight to it. She wouldn’t have been making—at least, according to G—small talk.
    “Almost,” I replied.
    “Almost as in sometime this week, or almost as in sometime this month?” G’s voice could have been considered feminine if she didn’t deliver each word as if it was a threat.
    “Almost as in tomorrow night if I was confident Mrs. Silva could handle knowing I’d managed to seduce her husband in less than a few days. Out of respect for her, and because this guy is really a tool who deserves every bit of discomfort from the blue balls he’ll get waiting for me, I’m going to wait a few more days to wrap things up.” I sighed when I looked around at everything else I’d be wrapping up. Miami just a few minutes before sunset was like something from a dream. “Although I wouldn’t mind it if you found me another case to work out here.”
    “Speaking of new cases . . . guess who I got a call from this morning?”
    My heart went into my throat. “Young, unhappy wife of an Eight, possibly a Nine, from Miami?”
    “You’re right except for the Miami part. She’s from Seattle. She was just down in Miami for the weekend.”
    “And . . .?” It would be a big job, and I wanted it.
    “And if she decides to contract the Eves, you may end up with the job,” she replied. “You know as well as I