Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security #13)(4)

What the f*ck is wrong with me?

Beautiful women in Miami were a dime a dozen, but she was…stunning. There was no other word for her. Something about her poise and confidence called to him. The way she walked and moved was like…a goddess. Like she didn’t give a f*ck what anyone thought about her.

As if she sensed him watching, she turned around. Her dark eyes widened, then just as quickly narrowed in clear anger.

At him.

He stilled, watching her carefully. Her reaction to him was unexpected. They’d never met. That much he was sure of. He didn’t date. And she was someone he’d never be able to forget.

Her jaw clenched as she watched him for a long moment, the anger there so clear, so potent, he felt it like a body blow.

She broke eye contact first, turning away from him, her body language changing in an instant. Her back was ramrod straight and he could practically feel the tension rolling off her.

Frowning, he headed in the other direction to where he knew his driver was waiting, but he kept her in his peripheral vision.

Only once he was inside the back of the armored vehicle did he text his half-brother. Find out who the blonde is. Her name is Dominique. I want everything you can dig up.

He wanted to do the checking himself but Abram was a genius with computers and getting into places he didn’t belong. While Viktor could eventually find out what he wanted, Abram would do it in a quarter of the time.

Right now he wasn’t feeling patient where she was concerned. He wanted to know what the hell he could have done to warrant such a reaction from a stranger.

Consider it done.

His brother’s responding text soothed a fraction of the tension surging through him. But he wouldn’t be satisfied until he found out exactly who she was. And until he met her in person.





Chapter 2





“You don’t have to stay and help. I’m fine getting out of here by myself.”

Abram watched as Lucy slid the clean champagne glasses into the storage container. She was so methodical in everything she did, so damn organized. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him and his brother. Business-wise.

Because if his brother had ever looked at her in a sexual manner, Abram would have lost his mind. Which was stupid, because she was just an employee.

He placed a hand over hers, even though he knew he shouldn’t. Touching her was dangerous to him. To her as well. He had no business wanting her, for too many reasons. The least of which was that she worked for him and his brother. But mainly because she was too good for him. He’d told Viktor that the blonde from earlier wasn’t for him and he hadn’t been kidding. He knew he should take his own damn advice, but… “And you don’t need to even be here anymore. The restaurant staff should be cleaning up.” He ground out the last couple words, beyond annoyed that she was still here. She worked too hard as it was.

He glared at one of the waitstaff of the fusion restaurant he and his brother had just acquired. They were getting paid double overtime for this event tonight. He’d had to take a phone call and when he’d come back he’d found Lucy helping with the breakdown of the tables, moving around like the Energizer bunny.

“Hey, I tried to tell her she shouldn’t be helping. Three times.” The employee whose name eluded Abram held up his hands in mock defense before he went back to stacking the tea light candles. “Maybe she’ll listen to you,” he tacked on.

Abram nearly snorted. Doubtful. She never seemed to stop, no matter what task she took on. She was a dark-haired little pixie. Her espresso-colored hair fell in a sharp bob around her face. Usually she kept it stick straight but tonight there were soft waves in it and she had some sort of sparkly headband on. It should have looked ridiculous but it just made her look like a f*cking princess.

Another reminder he had no business wanting her. She was too sweet and innocent for him.

She pulled her hand away from his, frowned up at him. Even in her four-inch heels she was only five feet four inches. “The faster we get this done, the faster everyone gets out of here.”

“It’s not your responsibility. They’re getting paid handsomely for tonight. Now let’s go. Viktor made me promise to get you home safely.” Using his brother as an excuse usually worked.

Her expression softened then. “That man is so sweet. Fine. Let me grab my bag.”

Abram gritted his teeth as she turned away, the fluffy skirt of her blue strapless dress twirling out as she moved. There were little sparkles in the skirt too. His brother wasn’t sweet, but Lucy seemed to think he was a big teddy bear. It was ridiculous. With him? She usually just seemed frustrated. He didn’t understand why.

She pulled a big black bag she called a purse out from behind one of the folded-up tables. It was her ‘work bag’ and he’d rarely seen her without it. The thing was so big he was surprised she didn’t topple over with it. On instinct, he plucked it from her hands.

She let it go with a sigh and he was glad she didn’t argue. By now she probably knew it was pointless.

He grunted, hoisting it onto his shoulder. “What do you have in this thing?”

“I can carry it for you if it’s too heavy,” she murmured, giving him a mischievous look.

God, what he wouldn’t give for a taste of her. Just one. “I think I can manage.”