The Belladonna Game

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e. When I first saw this woman at the restaurant, openly spying on my employers and preparing to

ck of my mind. This woman had an ulterior motive. Maybe she was just another gold

problem for me. She needed to be stopped n

ainst the wall. I caught the faintest shudder from her, and my gaze drifted forward,only to lock on th

pped inside the restroom. My hand drifted into my pocket, a s

ped into the restroom, scanning the stalls but unable to tell which one she had entered. I wait

door and yanked it open, not giving

at as I slammed the restroom door shut behi

e you doing, bell

skin. My grip wasn't tight enough to choke her, bu

she snapped, voice sharp desp

"I know exactly what you are. Just another pretty

my hand. "If that's what I am, you should

er throat, but when she brushed past me,

done wi

r. "Not done? What's t

very dangerous man, belladonna. Pouring that drink on you earlier? That was just a plo

r shoulder. She hurled it to the floor, its contents scattering

ll, then met her ga

arching a brow li

tepped closer. "Bag's clea

d. "What the hel

Brown's dangerous, I don't just mean he wanted your ba

wn the outside of her thigh. She tensed, fighting to push

d, my palm gliding higher,

flicker of fear I'd seen in her eyes

an back away from going to him no

laced with bite. "For someone who seems to be such a dutiful w

bare expanse of her back, exposed by the daring cut of her dress. She drew in a sharp

e instructed you to d

But I did. "Too many. And

e was listening, wheth

criminating. We've se

g between her thighs. She sucked in a breath; her teeth chattered, goosebumps breaking

t my better judgment, against the

n go,"

hings. While she did, my gaze caught a card half-hidden beneath her pur

t. She was almost at the door when I stopped her, s

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es cold and sharp, before wal