Watch Me (Phoenix Book 1) Page 17
And just like that, he realized—more than a little annoyingly—he’d been expertly played. Not only was she smart enough to know he had a motive for sitting next to her in the bar, but she was smart enough to get an orgasm out of him before she called him out. “You don’t want to do this,” he warned.
She smiled again. This time, it was deadly.
In that very second, he lurched forward, and at the same moment, he watched her finger squeeze the trigger.
