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little too good, and he liked her bold sense of self. Not flamboyant—that usually turned him off rather than on—but alluring because she was confident and sexy.
    He removed her hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing her palm. “Why do I have the feeling this is going to be a very enjoyable evening?”
    “How flattering. Smarter than you look.”
    “That is one hell of a backhanded compliment, Ms. Reign Supreme. How do I come across?”
    “Dangerous. And you know it. Oh hell, be careful.”
    He narrowly missed a cab, hearing the blare of the horn. He probably did deserve the finger on that one.
    *   *   *
    Reign withdrew her hand and murmured, “That was close. Sorry.”
    “You are kind of a distracting passenger.” An understatement.
    “I doubt that you aren’t aware of my family’s business ventures.”
    Someday his heart rate would return to normal. “That makes me look stupid?”
    “I never said that, did I? I think the implication was that involvement with me can be a risk, and at first impression you seem like a man who plans his every move.”
    Nick laughed, paying a lot more attention to his driving. “Why do I feel like we are talking in circles here?”
    “Maybe a little. How often do you tell the truth Mr. I’m-of-Italian-Descent?”
    “Never,” he said and touched her. Just a slight resting of his hand on her thigh, but when she didn’t object, he slid his hand up under her skirt—hell, she’d done it essentially to him—and found the answer to his question.
    No underwear.
    And she was wet. He slipped two fingers inside her easily, and she made a small very sexy sound.
    How perfect. He was hard as hell and she was ready for it.
    *   *   *
    He drove a Bentley, wore tailored clothing, but Reign was fairly street-smart and knew that her first impression was absolutely correct. Pure bad boy, through and through.
    Why the hell that made the game more exciting she’d have to examine later, but introspection, she’d learned over the course of what so far was a colorful life, was not necessarily a good tactic.
    So, she said to herself, don’t think about this too much .
    He’d be good in bed. She knew it. He did something interesting with his thumb that made her inner muscles tighten in response while he still managed to drive with skillful attention after their near miss.
    Finesse. Not all men had it. Reign had never been interested in selfish lovers. Lifelong commitment? Not necessary. It wasn’t that she didn’t desire that someday.… But she’d been betrayed once—badly—and as a result, she’d acquired some very good defensive skills and a more worldly view of life.
    “That’s nice.” She moved a little against his hand. “Hopefully, it’s a promise of a memorable evening.”
    “I’ll take good care of you.” He looked into her eyes as he slid his hand out from between her legs.
    Oh, he better. Trust was earned, not just given freely.
    It was the rule by which she lived her life.
    She had no desire to get burned and the resolve to make sure it didn’t happen.
    Reign moved her skirt down a few inches. “I was hoping you might. Words are just words though. Deliver.”
    Nick smiled, gorgeous in his expensive suit, his posture relaxed. “I intend to.”
    Then he licked his fingers.
    Slowly. Like he savored the intimate taste of her. And maybe he did, for he started to set his hand on her knee again, and Reign stopped him. “I’m pretty sure you can do that better in my bedroom, and we’re almost there.”
    “I hope it’s damned close.”
    “Are we in a hurry?”
    “I am.”
    “Then you’re in luck.” She pointed. “This is it. Park in the drive if you want.”
    “Here? A house?”
    Yes, a house. Not a ritzy apartment in a high-rise building downtown with a gym, rooftop deck, and doorman. She owned a house because her son deserved the best upbringing possible. She liked it too. Two stories and brick, with great landscaping—not that she had the time,