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Who says you have to play by the rules to get what you want?

Agreeing to meet Ryker Lockhart is my first mistake. Rich, handsome, and more than intriguing, he thinks blackmail will bend me to his will.

But he’s wrong.

I may have done a few things that weren’t exactly legal, but I have my own reasons for that. The last thing I’m going to do is let some high-powered divorce attorney come into my life, have my body, and rule my heart. Not to mention ruin everything that I have carefully built in just a short amount of time.

But as much as I try to resist him, and against my better judgment, there is something about him that has me agreeing to his proposal.

I’m putting everything on the line for him. I just hope I won’t lose everything when this is all over.


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“You hang up on me, I’m not calling you back again,” Vaughn states.

“Then don’t say no.”

It’s as simple as that. How well will she obey? And the tense silence tells me she’s struggling with her own damn pride and with giving me what I demand.

“You’re the one threatening blackmail here.” There’s a mixture of anger and disbelief in her voice.

I tsk to fight back my laugh. “Blackmail is a very touchy word for a lawyer,” I say.

“And threatening exposure is a more-than-touchy word for a woman in my position.”

“Then do what I say.”

“Do you actually think that will work?”

I bite my tongue to keep from saying no. “I’ll ask the question again, Vaughn. Yes or no?It’s quite simple.”

“If you’re not blackmailing me, then what exactly do you call this?”

“A negotiation. And that’s not an answer.”

It’s her laugh this time that comes through the connection loud and clear. “A negotiation? That’s funny.” But I don’t respond. I let the silence sit. Let the uncertainty eat at her mind and wait for her to speak. “What’s in it for me?”

“Your reputation. Your company. Your livelihood. It’ll remain intact, and no one—say, for instance, Lola—will ever know you stole one of your girls’ clients right out from under her nose.”

“I didn’t steal—”

“In their eyes it would appear differently.”

Her huff fills the line, but her silence tells me she knows I’m right. “And for you? What’s in it for you?”

“Getting what I paid for,” I state.

“Nothing’s ever that simple.”

And hell if she’s not right.

“Not everything has to be that complicated,” I counter.

“Mr. Lockhart—”

“Ryker,” I reiterate.

“Why are you doing this?” she asks softly, and the sudden change in her tone throws me momentarily.

“I told you. I want you. Can’t get any simpler than that.”

She laughs, but there’s something about it . . . about the way it starts out strong and then fades softly. It’s the silence, what I feel is her suddenly doubting herself, that gets to me. And then she speaks. “Ryker.”It’s just my name. Not Mr. Lockhart. Just Ryker. The name I’ve wanted her to call me, and yet when she does, there’s a vulnerability to it that does shit to my insides. It makes a man whose heart is cold and dead flicker to life. “What if I can’t give you what you need?”

And that’s the question of the day, isn’t it? That’s the reason I’m chasing after this woman when I know sure as hell I could have any other one I want with the dial of my cell.

What is it about her that makes me want to be the one she needs?

She’s not yours to fix, Lockhart.

“Are you there?” Where her feistiness is sexy, the uncertainty in her voice, the vulnerability in it, is unnerving to me.

She’s yours to sleep with.

“Do you want me, Vaughn?” I ask the question full well knowing the answer.

I ask the question maybe hoping she says the words so I have a reason to hang up on her and stop whatever bullshit there is inside me that’s not supposed to be there.

I ask the question to gain back the upper hand.

“No.”

Goddamn stubborn woman.

“There’s that word again.”

When I hang up on her this time, I know she won’t be calling back.

And I hate myself for it almost as much as I enjoy playing the game.

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