“I know,” he said with a discreet smile. “I’ve done this before.”
“kidn*pped and tortured innocent women?”
He didn’t hesitate or apologize. “You’re Tag’s girl, you’re not innocent, and my captives are usually guys.”
Which explained why he had chains, padlocks, and reinforced pipes lying around. But she was still fighting against his assumption she belonged to Tag in a romantic way. That belief could cost her something further down the line, so she had to rid him of the idea as thoroughly as she could.
Pulling his knee out of her way, she crawled around it to kneel between his feet. Without making eye contact, she rose as she pulled his face downward and pushed her mouth onto his.
The kiss was supposed to prove a point.
She hadn’t expected it to be so electric.
Tension coiled around
