Wicked Business–The Wicked Series Second Book

From the first glance, Desiree is drawn to Eduardo. The man is the stuff of dreams–rich, powerful, and smoldering with sexuality. His dedication to the foundation’s mission, his fierce protection of his family, and even his wicked connection to the underworld only adds the cache of impossibility to his potent charms. Watching him is her job and her private thrill. But, she’s much too sensible to act on her crush, risking her job, to say nothing of her heart. Then he reaches out to her. His invitation is impossible to resist and everything changes.

Eduardo has many secrets, and some aren’t his own, but he’s sworn to keep them. Since Desiree works for the enemy, indulging his passion with her is recklessly insane. However, it’s even more impossible to leave her alone. As the attraction between them burns hotter, something more than simple desire glows to life. Caught between the love of a lifetime and promises he must honor, he can never have anything with her–except for a few stolen moments.

Excerpt:
 

DJ checked her watch for the sixth time in as many minutes. Half an hour till midnight. Where was Delaney? He’d never been this late before. This time of night, traffic couldn’t be blamed. Although maybe he’d been in an accident. She glanced at the vehicles crawling along the street below. The cliché was true, the city never slept.

The live feeds from the Torres apartment and office had both been black and silent since the cleaning crew had finished with his office more than three hours ago. She’d tried Delaney’s cell three times. Maybe she should call the agency. She hesitated, not wanting to cause trouble if he’d just been delayed.

It wasn’t like she had a hot date. She could wait awhile. The monitor flickered to life. Instantly, all thoughts of Delaney no-show left. She stared intently at the display as Eduardo’s front door opened.

He was perfectly decent, not even a little disheveled. As she watched, he loosened his tie and undid the top button on his immaculate white shirt. Immediately her heart sped up and there was no way she could pretend her excitement was anything other than good old-fashioned lust.

Her cell rang, which was totally lousy timing on Delaney’s part. She answered it without even glancing at the display. “Where are you?”

“Ah, wrong question, kitten.”Eduardo’s deep chuckle reverberated through her whole body, sweetened by the endearment. She licked lips gone suddenly parched.

“How did you get this number?” DJ had tried for intimidating tone, but her question came out too breathy and excited to scare anyone–certainly not Eduardo.

“Another useless question. Do you enjoy watching me?” His voice was silken, rich with command, and dripping with male confidence. Every word, announcing he knew damn well she liked watching him.

“Maybe,” she mumbled.

A deep chuckle tickled her ears and floated south before he said, “I called to invite you to a private show.” He rattled off an address then added a warning, “The invitation is only for you. If you bring anyone else along then you won’t be admitted.”

A soft click announced he’d ended the call.

She watched him leave the apartment. She entered the address in her cell phone, so she wouldn’t lose it. By the clock she was off duty. Though she shouldn’t leave her post untended, staying seemed pointless when Eduardo had already left. The official answer was she should stay put. The same way calling and reporting Delaney’s failure to relieve her was the technically correct procedure. She hadn’t done that either. Her first field assignment and already she was breaking rules.

She grabbed her purse, locked the apartment, and hurried to the elevator.

The address Eduardo had given her turned out to be Vito’s, the private club that the agency had tried to infiltrate for weeks. At the entrance, she passed through a metal detector. Next, she was told politely, but firmly, to hand over her purse. After the formalities were done, she was escorted to small, but comfortably furnished room. A generous window gave her an unobstructed view into the next, much larger, room.

“You don’t have to worry. They can’t see or hear you. If you want anything, just lift the receiver.” The attendant pointed to a standard desk phone parked conveniently on an end table.

When he left, closing the door behind him, the room darkened like a theater. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting.

Eduardo entered the adjacent room stopped, turned, and stood with his back was toward her. His dress shirt was untucked and hanging loose over evening slacks, suspenders hung limp against his outer thighs, and he was barefoot. He was talking to a pretty brunette.

DJ concluded the wide window of her fantasies was a one-way mirror. Although the glass separated them, she was acutely aware this was not a video feed. The sounds from the other room were perfectly audible, almost as if she were with them.

A glance around revealed speakers, reminding her that the impression of closeness was an illusion. Still her legs wobbled with a heady blend of excitement and fear. A loveseat positioned next to the window beckoned her. Quietly, she eased onto the small couch.

A groan of pure male pleasure came from the next room.

A fresh wave of excitement surged through DJ’s body, making her tingle in all of her favorite places while she strained to see what was happening.

Eduardo moved, seating himself. “Turn on the light.”

At his command, a table lamp flared. DJ squinted at the sudden brightness. Then she just gaped as the light illuminated the scene.

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