Page 100 of Mile High Ruin

“My what?”

“You didn’t plan on us finding about it so soon,” he says. “You thought I would be distracted. But you thought wrong.”

I look at him. “You think I put it there.”

“I think someone did.”

“And you think that someone was me.”

He says nothing. That silence is worse than an accusation.

I stare at him. The realization spreads slowly and horribly.

“You think I’m a spy.”

His mouth hardens. “I think you appeared on my aircraft at the exact moment someone wanted to know where I was going.”

My stomach drops. “I was filling in.”

“You were fired two days before we met for the first time.”

“So?”

“You needed money.”

The words land like a slap. I jerk against his hold. “Let go of me.”

He doesn’t.

“I said let go.”

His hand slides from my waist to my hip. His touch should feel wrong now, but it sends a pulse straight through me. He’s furious, but he keeps touching me. As though anger is not enough to kill whatever is happening between us.

As though that makes it worse.

“You expect me to believe you never noticed a tracker in your bag?” he asks.

“Yes, because I didn’t.”

His eyes search my face. I can see him looking for something.

A lie.

A hesitation.

Fear.

“Were you told to get close to me?”

My mouth falls open. “What?”

“Was this part of it?”

His hand moves higher. My breast presses against his chest through the robe. His cock drags against me again. This time there is no mistaking where it touches. Right over my clit.

My body jolts, and his eyes darken.

“Vadim.”