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A Deal With the Devil
Book: A Deal With the Devil Read Online Free
Author: Louisa George
Tags: Romance, Bad Boys
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words she felt guilt ripple through her.
    No. That was so not going to happen. She would not feel any kind of guilt for exposing him, whatever it took. And yet, trust … she’d used the word twice already. Would she be as bad as him if she did something that she knew was fundamentally wrong? Like lie and cheat and pretend she was someone she wasn’t.
    Well, hell, she wasn’t going to make a very good undercover journalist if she was going to get all emotional. Facts. Truth. Objective observation. That was what she needed. And payback for breaking Jake so badly she’d almost wished he’d died rather than have to suffer through so much pain in order to live.
    “Lose the shoes, lose the panda look around the eyes, pick a dress you love.” Rey shook his head. “In my world trust is earned.”
    “Yes. Okay. Yes.” Kate breathed out heavily. He was a difficult man to read, was Rey. For a moment there’d been a flicker of humour, but now with one mention of trust he’d slammed up the barriers he was so famous for. Still, he was going and she could breathe and work out her next move with a clear head.
    What she’d learnt was that he was worried about the hacker. Good. Because while Jake was recuperating he’d been able to use his brain, if not his broken body, and between them they’d found out a lot about Rey’s shady dealings. As far as hacking the fight club went they had him on the run. She just needed to check with Jake that he’d managed to mask the ISP address; there was no way she needed any hint of trouble traced back to her.
    His offices were two minutes’ walk away from her assigned workplace—easy to access if needed; maybe he kept the pass codes to the fight club chat rooms in there. Somehow she needed to get in and search.
    He didn’t have a girlfriend or a wife—otherwise why would he have asked her to play concubine?
    His mother was dead and he was still affected by it, but was trying hard not to be. He was indomitable and powerful and yet there was something else there, a side of him he didn’t want anyone to see. The flicker of pain in his eyes, the swift change of subject, a refusal to show weakness when there was just cause to. God knew, she’d lost her mother too and there wasn’t a day that went by without Kate missing her.
    That, right there … that pain, his pain, knowing that a man like Rey could feel acutely had been the moment she’d realised she’d underestimated him. He was more rounded, more human , less monster, and seemed to be having a strange effect on her perspective. She needed to pull herself together.
    Forty-five minutes later the lift doors swooshed open and she walked into the VIP lounge. From this distance she could see Rey standing near the bar, deep in conversation with the six guests making up the Macau group. He seemed relaxed, laughing generously at something one of the businessmen said, nodding gently and politely to the woman at his side. Rey had changed too; he was now wearing a black dinner suit and black tie that made him look even more intoxicating. He turned, his eyebrows rising as he caught her in his sights. Then rising further as he took her in. Head to foot.
    Good. He liked her choice. Damn right he would, considering the cost. With a fixed smile plastered on her lips she waited until he’d excused himself and walked towards her. She offered him her cheek as she imagined he’d expect. “Rey.”
    “Kate.” Lips grazed her skin and an exotic scent of spice and male wove around her. She felt almost compelled to reach for him. He was too close. He was too … there. Reachable. Touchable. He pulled away. “Red suits you. Perfect choice.”
    “I’m glad you think so.” She’d chosen a stunning claret knee-length silk dress with a mandarin-style collar, had hastily shoved her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head and scrubbed off much of the make-up. She had slipped her feet into a pair of exquisite high-heeled black pumps in a soft, soft
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