Dirty Little Lies: A Men of Summer Novel by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online Page B

soft, golden blonde hair framing her face in lush waves and falling to her shoulders, she looked too soft, too tempting. Those big green eyes were innocent, so filled with faith. And she was so damned tiny that he wondered if he’d break her when he actually managed to get her beneath him.
    Going slow and easy would be hell, but he’d do it. There was no way to fake being lovers. The act had to be legit. It was the only way to draw out the traitor intent on killing her. Once rumors that he was the missing Brigham nephew began to circulate, then her enemies would know there was no way in hell the Brigham family would move against her so long as she was in his bed. It would also ensure no orders went out against her from the Brighams. That avenue would be effectively closed to whoever was targeting her.
    This way, the enemy would have to do his own dirty work and contact Zack. And everyone in the Kin knew exactly how Zack felt about the Maddox Clan, other than Grace, as well as the Brigham family. He’d made no secret of it.
    “Grace,” he tried again as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared back at her. “This isn’t a game. It’s your life. Do you want to die?”
    She lowered her head, the fall of hair obscuring her expression as she seemed to staring at her fingers where they lay on the quilt covering her.
    Delicate fingers with pretty oval nails. Nails that had clenched into his shoulders earlier as her hips arched, pressing the slick flesh of her sex into his palm as she came for him.
    “You should leave, Zack,” she finally said softly, still refusing to look at him. “I understand we all have an important meeting in the morning, and I need to rest.”
    Important meeting, her ass. According to Cord, Zack was going to inform them how he intended to protect her. He thought she was just as weak and defenseless, just as malleable as Luce had believed.
    He was in for a surprise.
    Just because she couldn’t reveal her training didn’t mean she couldn’t reveal her temper, and he was testing it sorely at the moment.
    “Not until we have this resolved.” He stalked back to the side of the bed, watching her carefully when she glanced back up at him. The way the slight tilt of her eyes seemed more pronounced, the dark emerald color gleaming with a hint of anger, her flushed cheeks, the stubborn set of her chin.
    Why had he never noticed that determined little curve before?
    “It is resolved. Unless Uncle Vinny tells me otherwise, then I’m heading to D.C. at the end of next week. You can go with me, stay here, go home, go back to work, I don’t care.” She stared straight up at him then, pure green fire making her eyes brighter.
    A grin tugged at Zack’s lips. “Do you think you’re going to get stubborn on me, Grace?” he asked her, scooting next to her hip on the bed and watching as her petite nostrils flared in irritation. “After this afternoon, do you really think it’s going to work?”
    She stared back at him resolutely. “It was good, Zack,” she surprised him a second later. “It was real damned good, and I’m sure it can get better.” And not once did she bat an eyelash. “And I’m sure I’d promise you anything you want once you started touching me, just to have it again. But don’t doubt, I’ll lie straight to your face and once I’m out of this bed, I’m going to do exactly what I want to do, and exactly what my job entails I do. Consider that before you try to use sex to control me. That control lasts only while we’re in the bed.”
    He’d be damned. She believed every word spilling past those pretty little lips, didn’t she? She was so convinced that what he could do to her, what he could make her feel would be so easily overlooked once her bouncy little ass came off the sheets?
    He shook his head in amused regret. “Ahh, baby, one of these days, you won’t be under Vinny’s roof. You’ll be in my home, in my bed, where I can show you different. Then we’ll see