I could feel the heat radiating off her body as she got closer and I reached out, running my fingers through her soft copper hair. It felt like silk against my skin, and I could sense her melting into my touch.
She tilted her head slightly, looking up at me with a daring smile. "Babe…" she whispered, her voice low, like she was testing the waters. "What are you hiding from me? You can forge identities, fake someone's death? Are you... part of a mafia? A mob?"
The way she said it, with that edge—I could tell she wasn't worried. She was hooked. Hooked on the idea of me being more than the man she thought she knew.
I let the question hang between us for a second. My hand slid to the back of her neck, fingers brushing her skin. "No, Charlotte," I said coolly. "I'm not a part of a mafia... I have connections. I know people that can do illegal things for me, I run a ghost investment company, off the books; I move money illegaly..."
