Page 154 of Dishonored

Her heels still sky-high.

And yes, she could feel Caesar staring.

She found him easily enough in his usual spot, and her men trailed behind at a safe distance to give her the illusion of privacy. She had no choice but to bring them along considering how fine of a line she was still walking with them.

They gave her room to breathe.

But not too much.

Lest she get cocky with it.

As handsome as ever, and dangerous for her heart, Caesar looked like every woman’s walking wet dream in his dark, three-piece suit, gold rings on every finger, and one loafer resting on his bent knee. He seemed relaxed on the velvet couch with his arm tossed over the back, but those stormy-blue eyes of his showed all the emotions he felt as he stared at her.

She saw what he didn’t show to others.

“Have you found someone interesting?” she asked as she sat across from him.

For the first time since she entered the club, Caesar’s gaze drifted away from her to survey the floor. Quietly, he replied, “No, I haven’t.”

Curiosity got the better of her.

“At all?”

His stare was back on her—heavy and hot—in a blink. “If you’re asking me if I’ve found a woman who is interesting enough to make me want to fuck her and kill her; or if I’ve found one that looks and sounds like an angel, but fucks and kills like a devil; or if a woman could even remotely make me as crazy, and hard, and irritated as you do—no, I have not.”

Aria smiled a bit.

She didn’t even hide it.

“That’s a shame,” she murmured.

“It really is. I can’t even try to fuck my way out of this mood. I can’t get hard.”

“Ouch.”

Caesar’s gaze darted to her men fifteen feet away. “Why are they here?”

“They have to be—business, that’s all.”

“Oh, you’re here for business?”

“Is that what you want me to be here for, Caesar?”

His calm expression was gone, then, and replaced by something far darker and dangerous. “Haven’t I given you everything you wanted? The streets, and territory—all of that. You have it. What business is left, donna?”

He had done all of that.

“You forgot one thing,” she said.

“And what is that?”

“Us.”

Caesar stiffened a bit, and let out a long exhale. “I haven’t forgotten anything.”

She heard the heat in his words.

The ache.