Aegis Security 02 - Sinful Surrender Read Free

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    The Blazers snagged the rebound and charged down the court for an easy layup, taking their lead to ten. Brian lifted his beer again and sighed. Maybe he wasn’t that upset he’d given up tonight’s tickets.
    “So,” a woman said beside him, “I don’t normally do this, but, um, you have the hottest thighs I’ve ever seen, and I…I just wanted to tell you how gorgeous they are. I’ve sort of been staring at them all night.”
    Brian nearly choked on his beer. That was a new one, even for him. He turned his head, then froze.
    Ryder’s sister. And his anonymous assignment. Fuck .
    He had not seen that one coming. Ryder had told him Grace was a wallflower, and while he’d been surprised to see her in the bar tonight, once he’d caught sight of her all gussied up in that cocktail gown, he’d expected her to be waiting on someone Ryder didn’t know about. Someone who might make this suck-ass assignment just a little more interesting. He definitely hadn’t predicted she’d stalk over here and start hitting on him .
    Play it cool.
    Slowly, he lowered his glass to the bar, then looked her over from head to toe, like he hadn’t been able to do from a distance. Dark, shoulder-length hair that curled in all different directions, a small nose, high cheekbones, and full lips. She didn’t look a thing like Ryder, not that Brian had expected her to, considering they had different mothers, but he was glad. Her body was slim, her legs long, and even though she was dressed a little fancy for a place like this, she filled out that black dress to perfection. She also smelled like a summer rain, which he definitely liked. But while he couldn’t deny he felt a tinge of arousal taking her all in up close like this, she was still in her early twenties and definitely not someone he was interested in other than as a part of his job.
    “Thanks,” he said when his gaze slid back to her eyes. Dark, almost black eyes. Mysterious. Those were definitely like Ryder’s. “Your thighs are nice too.”
    She stared at him with a perplexed expression, then her eyes widened, and she slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God. I didn’t mean thighs. I meant eyes. You must think I’m a complete idiot. I totally suck at first impressions.”
    Brian chuckled, because, yeah, she was cute all flustered and embarrassed like this, and her reaction told him loud and clear that she was absolutely a wallflower rather than a party girl. The only question was, why was she over here hitting on him when—according to Ryder—she was worried about some psycho stalker following her around?
    He figured he had two choices. He could brush her off and be stuck watching her from the shadows for the next few days, or he could probe for a little information that might make his job easier and get him the hell off this assignment sooner rather than later. God knew, Ryder had only filled him in on the bare bones.
    He swiveled his chair toward her, deciding there was nothing wrong with small talk. Especially now that she’d approached him. “It’s okay, I get it all the time. My thighs are my best feature.”
    A slow smile spread across her lips, making her eyes sparkle—and, whoa, look nothing like Ryder’s when she grinned. “You should feel lucky. Very few women think their thighs are their best feature.”
    He felt his own smile tugging at his lips as he held out his hand. “I’m Brian. The guy with the hot thighs.”
    Her smile widened. Her fingers slid along his. Soft, feminine, delicate… A lot like her. “Um…” She hesitated a quick second. “Samara.”
    His brow lifted as he shook her hand. “Samara, huh?” Not Grace. So that was how she wanted to play it.
    “Um, yeah. It, uh, means winged fruit of the maple tree. My parents were hippies.”
    Bullshit . Her mother had been a nightclub singer and dancer, her father CEO of a dozen different successful companies. He’d picked up Grace’s mom one night after her set in Vegas. Both were