Her Man Flint Read Free

Adolfo for me. She’d done all those things for the arrogant cad and a million others, and all she’d gotten for her trouble was the boot when he’d moved on to his latest conquest, a woman named Lindsey Warren, a slut who’d used him as a pawn to retrieve information for her boyfriend. Said boyfriend, Ryan Hartford, just happened to be on DNS’s top ten list of men to bring down. A man capable of anything, one who’d stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Clearly now, that was Flint’s head on a stick.
    She snorted at the idea.
    Hartford hated her partner enough to send his own girlfriend to seduce Flint and set him up for the kill.
    Could Adriana blame Hartford for wanting to take Flint down? The thought had crossed her mind a time or two since finding him in bed with the red-haired bitch.
    Drunk or not .
    Adriana shook her head in disgust. How could Flint have been so stupid? Had the woman’s beauty been such a distraction that he couldn’t see through his alcoholic-induced haze?
    It didn’t matter either way. There was no excuse for bad judgment.
    “Bah! Who cares?” She refused to spend another night thinking about the cheat. In an hour, she had a date with Adam Weldon and she planned to focus on him for the rest of the evening. To hell with Flint and his damn fish.
    Jumping up, Adriana crossed to the closet, in search of her slinky red dress with a plunging neckline—a gown that said to the world she was ready for anything. And that’s exactly what she was—ready to get over Flint and move on with her life.

    * * *

    Flint stared out the window of the 747, his mind wrapped around Adriana and her plans for that evening? Who was she going out with anyway?
    Or was she going out at all? She might have been lying about having a date to make him jealous. If that was her plan, it wouldn’t work. He wasn’t taking the bait.
    “I can do better. Hah,” Flint scoffed. “I don’t think so.”
    Annoyed with himself for dwelling on her, he opened the folder in his lap and stared in earnest at the photo inside.
    Ryan Hartford—his enemy, a man who involved himself in any criminal venture he got wind of. Murder. Extortion. Arms dealing. You name it, Hartford had done it, although until now, no one had been able to catch him. But this time Hartford messed up. He’d hacked into DNS computers and that meant full-fledged war. They were going to get him this time.
    Flint would give about anything to know what the guy planned to do. Whatever it was, it had something to do with all their agents. Every operative from here to Siberia were in the files Hartford had accessed, including him and Adriana. Could the man be getting ready to expose them all?
    He’d find out soon enough. That’s why he was on his way to Washington to speak with Driskel. To discuss what their options were and what they had to do to ensure the safety of all their agents. They had to find a way to stop Hartford before every man and woman with DNS was put at risk—a risk that could cost many of them their lives.
    “Excuse me, sir. Can I get you anything?” A red-haired flight attendant asked as she leaned forward to unbuckle his seat belt, heaving her large breasts into his face. The job seemed to take an unusually long time to accomplish.
    “Depends. What do you have to offer?” Flint grinned up at her, not at all averse to viewing her attributes so nicely displayed before his eyes.
    “Anything you’d like.” Her tongue traced her lips, a gesture that suggested more than a cocktail to Flint.
    “Let’s just start with a drink, shall we, and we’ll see where it leads.”
    He had no problem flirting with her, but he wouldn’t take it any further. He had the agency to worry about right now, and thinking with his cock was the last thing he needed, especially after the Lindsey Warren debacle.
    If Adriana hadn’t come along when she did, he’d be dead. That meant his sex life would be put on the back burner until after he’d put Hartford