Those two words, spoken through clenched teeth, carried a hatred that was impossible to miss.
With her hands behind her back, Abigail slowly loosened the metal hooks of her underwear, undoing them one at a time.
But just as she reached the final clasp, Randolph abruptly rose from his seat. He leaned forward and gripped her chin hard. "So this is the trick you used to lure Dante."
Lure?
Really?
What ability did she ever have to lure anyone?
She had no money, no makeup skills, no fancy clothes, no sweet words ready on her tongue. For years, she had survived only by doing the dirtiest work in hotels. What could she possibly use to seduce a man from their world?
Being this close, she caught the faint trace of his aftershave.
"Is this enough for you?" she asked.
At that moment, no phys
