showed them the way.
“I could wire this house, use household chemicals to make the explosive, and then kill you at least ten different ways, in under an hour, without collateral damage. As good as I’m sure you are, you’d never, ever know.”
“What else?”
Was she imagining things, or did the devil look…excited? “I could also poison you easily. I have enough of a chemistry background to mix up something delightfully evil that you’d never suspect. I threaten Jake all of the time that I’m going to get rid of him either way. He says it turns him on, so I keep that at a minimum.”
There was a flare in Chase’s eyes, and she suddenly knew how a snake looked at its prey before it pounced. Or maybe, this was the look of a lustful man. “Don’t tell me that turns you on, too.”
“I’m a spy. Telling a spy how you could kill him is very exciting. It adds danger.” He drew in a breath, one that sounded a little ragged. “What else are you good at?”
“Scary good, as Jake would say?” He nodded, and she thought for a moment. “I am a pool shark. We had a pool table at home, and I logged many hours at it. Again, all physics. I excel at bowling—more physics. And you wouldn’t have a chance of beating me at word games. Jake’s goal is to keep the carnage at under a one hundred point lead. I can play the cello and violin. I could play with any orchestra in any major city if I auditioned. My father wouldn’t allow it, though.”
“You’re amazing.”
His eyes held something akin to awe as well as lust, and it made her unsure. Uneasy, because she didn’t believe for one second he wanted her for anything more than his weekend task. This man could have any beauty in the world, and he found her brains to be amazing?
“Because I’m smart? I don’t think so. I spent my life dreaming of being normal, going to high school, and getting groped in the back of some guy’s sports car.”
“I have one of those, if you want to pretend. I also have a truck, if you’re into more rural fantasies.”
“Thanks, but maybe tomorrow.” She looked away, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He’d expect her to put out now, after such a wonderful meal. “I guess it’s time for…you know. Dinner’s over.”
He frowned, and for once she could see the wheels turning behind his brown eyes. “How about I make you a deal?”
“A deal with the devil is never productive.” He grinned, and she sighed. “Tell me.”
“We have all weekend, and I’m a very compassionate, very patient man. What you lack in your life is control. I’m going to give you control over when we make love. It’s your call. I will wait patiently until you can’t resist my charms any longer.”
Control. She liked that idea, because he was right. The only things that were keeping her from jumping him now were the facts that she had to be here and she was scared as hell. If this were a date, she’d still be scared as hell, but she’d be more than willing to make the leap. “What happens if we make it to Sunday night and it hasn’t happened?”
“Then we have a problem. But I have faith in my seduction skills. It didn’t take much to get you hot for me before. I don’t need until Sunday night.”
“Ego, Chase, ego,” she whispered. But that offer took an incredible amount of stress from her, and she heaved a sigh of relief. “So how will you continue charming me?”
“Well, we have dishes to do, and since you cleaned your plate, I promised you a movie.”
“I’d like that. I haven’t really watched much in the past year.”
“Neither have I. So we’ll make popcorn, and sit on the couch, and if you’re a very good girl, I’ll let you hold my hand.”
She thought of his hand in hers, those long fingers caressing hers. She bit her lip. A deal with the devil was definitely not a good thing. “And if I’m a bad girl?”
The ego returned, and he smiled a devilish smile. “Then we won’t need to worry about
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