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“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” Diego growls, taking a step forward.
The guy steps back with his hands up. “O-Okay.”
“Diego—” Kyle calls.
“Fuck!” Diego curses before pushing past a few onlookers who remain watching all of this.
“Should you go after him?” I stare at Diego as he gets smaller and smaller, heading away from us.
“He needs to be alone when he gets like this.” Despite his words, Kyle watches his cousin as well.
“Do you know what that was about?” The question is born out of true concern. Diego was grinning at the both of us one minute and in a rage the next.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Kyle replies. But I can see it for the lie it is. All he’s told me is that he’s not about to reveal his cousin’s business to me.
I get it.
“If you need to go …” I trail off because in all honesty I don’t want the night between Kyle and me to end. He was slightly letting his guard down around me. While the purpose of why I’m really in Miami lingers at the back of my mind, the truth is, I want to spend more time with Kyle, the man, not Kyle Townsend, the guy I’m supposedly running a con on.
“Wait.” Unthinking, I grab his hand. “Forget what I said about leaving. How about we play a game instead?”
CHAPTER7
Kyle
I had plans to work from my hotel suite this evening. Sam Waterson has a series of private family engagements that he’s attending tonight. Besides, I had a shitload of other work I need to get my hands on. I’d already spent ninety minutes on a call with the VP of marketing to help develop a new brand strategy for one of our products.
But Diego bitched about me working too hard again. He also mentioned I might miss an opportunity to talk with one of Waterson’s lawyers or his team. That got me out of the suite, finally. This is my second party of the night, and I still haven’t contacted any of Waterson’s people.
I have, however, managed to down at least three drinks so far. I suppose that’s why Riley’s invitation intrigues me as much as it does. I’m attributing my interest in her over business to the alcohol running through my veins, and that’s it.
Still, I have to keep her on her toes somehow.
“I don’t play games,” I reply to her request.
“C’mon, don’t be a chicken,” she prods. When a waiter passes, she lifts two shot glasses and hands me one. “A friendly game of truth or dare.”
Her lips spread into a seductive smile. She’s wearing a different shade of red than she wore the first night at The Black Opal. But red is her color. She must know it.
That’s when an image of those red, pouty lips wrapped around my cock races through my mind.
Truth or dare.
I’ve got a fucking dare for that mouth.
There’s no way in hell that I’d even consider hiring Riley’s consulting firm to work at Townsend but there are other ways I can keep her around.
“No questions about business,” I say.
She holds up her free hand. “It’s a deal. I’ll go first.”
“Why do you go first?”
“Ladies always go first. Don’t they teach manners over there at Townsend?”
“We learn a whole lot at Townsend.” I skim up and down the length of her body, not even bothering to hide the desire in my eyes. This will more likely than not be the last night I ever see this woman. I’m not worried about her knowing I want her. “And we’re not talking about business,” I remind her.
She rolls her eyes. “Truth or dare?”