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woman who
glanced his way. “Not it’s my turn to call bullshit. You can’t tell me you
haven’t heard that before.”
    “I’ve
heard it.” He lifted his gaze. “What you just said makes me a magnet for unscrupulous
people. You’d be surprised how many women I’ve dated who don’t look past any of
that. Or maybe you wouldn’t be surprised. It’s difficult to get to know anyone
on a deeper level than surface attraction when their agenda becomes all too
clear in the first five minutes.”
    “They
want you for your money.”
    “That,
and for the resources I control. For the power.”
    “It’s
intoxicating to most people.”
    He
gave her a long, searching look. “Is that why you’re here?”
    “No.
I’m here because my hot boss invited me to lunch, and because my willpower is
just about gone. Your power and your money are what make your company so
successful, but they don’t define you .
The person inside. That’s who I want to get to know.”
    “Thank
you for saying that.”
    “It’s
the truth, but it’s not easy for me to be so bold. I prefer to fade into the
background and not draw attention to myself.”
    He
laughed softly. “Is that why you wore a red suit today?”
    Heat
rose to her face, and she took a long sip of wine. “No. I wore it because it
looks good on me, and I was hoping you’d notice.” Can’t get any more truthful than that.
    “How
in the name of all that’s holy could I not notice you, Angela?”
    She
swallowed hard as their gazes locked. It would be so easy to throw caution to
the wind. Surely a man like him had layers of protection around him, so any
danger she thought she might put him in was insignificant.
    The
obvious solution came to her once again, as it had every single time she’d
wanted to go deeper into a relationship with a man. Tell him the truth. That was against the rules, but how could she
live a lie with someone?
    How
could she have a relationship that might potentially lead to marriage and
children? Legally she was Angela Davidson. According to the fake documents the
US Department of Justice and the US Marshals Service had manufactured she was,
but inside she wasn’t, and she never would be. Every single minute of her life
she lived a lie, and she couldn’t tell anyone about it. “I don’t know what to
say right now.” That much, at least, was the truth.
    He
caressed her hand, and she had to bite back a moan. “You haven’t been treated
right. I can see that now. I assumed a woman with your looks and your
intelligence had men lined up waiting to be with you, but I understand now I
was wrong.”
    Every
instinct screamed at her to end this now, before he talked her into going out
with him again. Before he talked her into bed with him, which wouldn’t be
difficult to do at all. But as she gazed into those expressive dark eyes, all
the years of self-imposed loneliness came crashing down. The weight of those
years was oppressive and evil. She didn’t want to hide anymore, and she was
tired of denying what should be a normal part of her life.
    She
wanted to go out on dates, and she wanted to have sex. She wanted to do both
without fear or suspicion. The little girl who didn’t understand why she could
never see her father or uncles again, or why she and her mother had to move and
pretend to be different people for the rest of their lives was in the past, and
that’s where Angela wanted to keep her.
    She
was a grown woman now. She had a career and a kick-ass job. Her gorgeous boss
wanted to fuck her, and she wanted to fuck him. Angela had never wanted any man
more than she wanted Dominic right now. There was no reason to deny her needs.
She had to have him. It was just that simple.
     

Chapter
Six
     
    “It’s
complicated,” said Angela. “Or maybe it’s not. Maybe I just never met a man who
knew how to treat a woman?”
    Dominic
was now convinced that he’d been right. Angela was hiding something, but he had
no clue what it was. One thing he knew