Eyes On by Zoë Normandie

Author:Zoë Normandie [Normandie, Zoë]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781999154301
Published: 2019-09-15T16:00:00+00:00

8

Avery woke up the morning after her soirée with Mason feeling hungover and empty. Literally.

She felt a void in her aching core where she wished Mason had been. She rolled onto her back and rubbed her hands over her face.

She needed to make some serious changes to her game plan. The mission had suddenly become about information… and sex.

Information for her boss.

Sex for her.

Both items she planned on conquering before the day was out. The inherent conflict between the two roiled in her mind, and she pressed on by convincing herself that she could have both.

She launched herself out of bed. Today was the day she was going to break Mason Ajax and come out on top. She was the best agent out there, and there were many moments the previous day when she’d had him hooked. She’d seen it. She just had to capitalize on those moments.

She chose her hottest, skimpiest, Italian-made black bikini. She worked hard on her hair and makeup. Beach ready. Water friendly. Seductive as hell. She was a fucking model. No, she was hotter than a model—she was a goddess. She was fierce.

Strutting down the boardwalk in the sunrise, she made her way with long, confident strides to Mason’s villa. It was too early, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t sleep any longer. She ached to see him.

Oh, she knew exactly where he was staying. She’d made it her business to know. The villas weren’t that well secured, and she was an expert at breaking and entering. She slunk into his place, quieter than a mouse, and listened for the sounds of a man sleeping. She didn’t hear anything. Maybe he didn’t make noise when he slept?

Suspicions rose in her mind, and her muscles tensed. Strong thick hands grabbed her and pulled her into a lock. Heavy forearms and biceps threatened to squeeze her to death.

God damn it, he was a ninja.

She relented, unwilling to use her self-defence tactics on him. Plus, it felt nice to be held for a moment. Was that wrong?

“I don’t recall showing you my place,” he breathed, releasing her. She kept her expression cool and casual, batting her long eyelashes up at him. “Then again, you are a damn good operative.” He smiled, eyeing her up and down. “Just not good enough.”

She stared him down, narrowing her eyes. Oh, he had no idea how good she was at her job, she thought bitterly. He was just lucky she had a soft spot for him.

He watched her back, assessing her every move.

“You’re up early.” She sighed and walked over to his bar, pouring herself some orange juice.

He laughed at her insolence. “Good morning to you, too.” Leaning against the wooden pillar, he crossed his arms over his tanned, inked-up chest. She sipped on her orange juice, hoping the glass would hide her pained expression.

He was to die for. That soft spot she had for him? Christ in hell. That muscular, deep cut through his abdomen would be the death of her.

“Are you going to tell me who you are now?” he asked.

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