She jutted her hip out, and my eyes dropped to the barely covered skin for only a moment. “You wanna come with?”
Torture. Pure, agonizing, maddening torture. She was the devil in an angel's suit.
I should have turned away, but I was stuck. My feet were rooted to the floor with her eyes as the seeds that kept me grounded. I couldn’t move. I was barely breathing, hanging on the precipice of her temptation.
She needed to turn and walk away. Go into the bathroom, into the shower, far away from me.
Fuck, but then she’d be naked and I’d know she was naked. She would know I knew, and it would be a mind-fuck of knowing and sexual manipulation.
“Do you have an off button?” I bit out through clenched teeth.
At that, her smirk deepened into her cheeks. “Yeah, I do. Want me to show you where it is, Agent?”
James.
Fuck, I wanted her to call me James. I wanted to hear my name off of those rose red lips. That would be asking for disaster with a woman who was already ten degrees of prohibited. Not only was she young, criminal, and my assignment for fuck’s sake.
Scarlett Avery was also the enemy until proven otherwise.
“You’re awfully brazen for twenty-one,” I dared to comment.
Her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, chewing the red skin redder. “And you know what you are?”
“What?”
Those plump lips curved into a sly grin. “Way too fucking easy.”
She turned with a laugh and disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I slumped with her out of the room, the tethers she’d been holding me up with finally cut, and I could breathe again.
God fucking help me.