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others, I have a full and successful life. I embrace my desires. I don’t lie to myself about what I want.”
She glanced away, as his meaning came through crystal clear. That was exactly what he thought she was doing—lying to herself about what she wanted.
Was it true?
She couldn’t deny the fact that she had spent many sleepless nights remembering the ecstasy of letting go of her inhibitions. Surrendering to her desires had been more intoxicating than any drug.
A part of her still ached for more.
At her silence, he continued, leaning across the table. “You see, Ms. Monroe, there are those who crave openly and those who crave behind closed doors. Both still want the same things, but some are willing to say it out loud, while others prefer it in hushed tones. The trick is to find out which one you are. Ruby did nothing in hushed tones. She embraced her sexuality, even if she was unable to wield it effectively. You, on the other hand, would be able to command a man’s body with a simple look.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t understand,” she admitted.
He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “No, you don’t. Neither did she,” he replied. “Never underestimate the people around you, Ms. Monroe. Ruby did—and it killed her.”
The hair on the back of Jade’s neck stood at attention, and she suddenly wished that she had taken Clay’s advice. But she couldn’t let fear stop her from finding the man who’d murdered her sister.
She owed Ruby that much.
“Is that what happened? Did Ruby underestimate you?”
He leaned in a little bit further, his face coming dangerously close to hers as a wicked grin slid across his mouth. “No one underestimates me, Ms. Monroe.”
Chapter 11
Jade latched the door to the apartment, sinking against it. Clay had been right about one thing, and her meeting with Alex had proved it.
She was in way over her head.
No sooner had the thought entered her mind then she felt a banging on her door. She whirled around to pull it open.
Clay pushed her aside, slamming the door behind him. The look of menacing rage on his face caused a shiver to race up her spine. He raked an impatient hand through his hair.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Jade?”
A look of genuine confusion spread across her face. “What are you talking about?”
He advanced toward her, his eyes glittering. “I told you to stay away from Alex Talbot,” he reminded her, his mouth forming a grim line.
She retreated a few steps, before standing her ground. She lifted her chin defiantly. “You’re not responsible for me, Clay. I can make my own decisions.”
He scoffed. “Why don’t you try making some good ones for a change?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she retorted, her eyes narrowing.
He pinned her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head. “It means that pretty soon you’re going to get yourself killed,” he warned her.
She tilted her head to the side. “Is that a threat?”
He shook his head as a cynical grin curved his sensual mouth. “Honey, I don’t want to hurt you. Quite the opposite, actually.”
The implication of his statement made her nipples tighten against the confines of her shirt. His mouth came dangerously close to hers, but she turned away before he could reach his destination.
“Clay, I don’t want this,” she lied.
He reached up to fill his palm with her breast. Her eyes fluttered closed as he molded it into his hand. His fingers toyed with her nipple through the fabric.
“Don’t you?” he asked, his voice a low, husky sound.
He was right.
She wanted it more than she would ever allow herself to admit out loud. Alex Talbot had her pegged. She spoke of her desires in hushed tones, not wanting anyone to hear the sinful fantasies that taunted her.
How could she give her body to a stranger in a darkened club and deny herself the one man she’d always wanted?
The answer was
She glanced away, as his meaning came through crystal clear. That was exactly what he thought she was doing—lying to herself about what she wanted.
Was it true?
She couldn’t deny the fact that she had spent many sleepless nights remembering the ecstasy of letting go of her inhibitions. Surrendering to her desires had been more intoxicating than any drug.
A part of her still ached for more.
At her silence, he continued, leaning across the table. “You see, Ms. Monroe, there are those who crave openly and those who crave behind closed doors. Both still want the same things, but some are willing to say it out loud, while others prefer it in hushed tones. The trick is to find out which one you are. Ruby did nothing in hushed tones. She embraced her sexuality, even if she was unable to wield it effectively. You, on the other hand, would be able to command a man’s body with a simple look.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t understand,” she admitted.
He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “No, you don’t. Neither did she,” he replied. “Never underestimate the people around you, Ms. Monroe. Ruby did—and it killed her.”
The hair on the back of Jade’s neck stood at attention, and she suddenly wished that she had taken Clay’s advice. But she couldn’t let fear stop her from finding the man who’d murdered her sister.
She owed Ruby that much.
“Is that what happened? Did Ruby underestimate you?”
He leaned in a little bit further, his face coming dangerously close to hers as a wicked grin slid across his mouth. “No one underestimates me, Ms. Monroe.”
Chapter 11
Jade latched the door to the apartment, sinking against it. Clay had been right about one thing, and her meeting with Alex had proved it.
She was in way over her head.
No sooner had the thought entered her mind then she felt a banging on her door. She whirled around to pull it open.
Clay pushed her aside, slamming the door behind him. The look of menacing rage on his face caused a shiver to race up her spine. He raked an impatient hand through his hair.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Jade?”
A look of genuine confusion spread across her face. “What are you talking about?”
He advanced toward her, his eyes glittering. “I told you to stay away from Alex Talbot,” he reminded her, his mouth forming a grim line.
She retreated a few steps, before standing her ground. She lifted her chin defiantly. “You’re not responsible for me, Clay. I can make my own decisions.”
He scoffed. “Why don’t you try making some good ones for a change?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she retorted, her eyes narrowing.
He pinned her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head. “It means that pretty soon you’re going to get yourself killed,” he warned her.
She tilted her head to the side. “Is that a threat?”
He shook his head as a cynical grin curved his sensual mouth. “Honey, I don’t want to hurt you. Quite the opposite, actually.”
The implication of his statement made her nipples tighten against the confines of her shirt. His mouth came dangerously close to hers, but she turned away before he could reach his destination.
“Clay, I don’t want this,” she lied.
He reached up to fill his palm with her breast. Her eyes fluttered closed as he molded it into his hand. His fingers toyed with her nipple through the fabric.
“Don’t you?” he asked, his voice a low, husky sound.
He was right.
She wanted it more than she would ever allow herself to admit out loud. Alex Talbot had her pegged. She spoke of her desires in hushed tones, not wanting anyone to hear the sinful fantasies that taunted her.
How could she give her body to a stranger in a darkened club and deny herself the one man she’d always wanted?
The answer was