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The little minx.

I arched my eyebrow, lazily perched on my desk, and folded my arms across my chest. Sienna’s eyes fell to them. She parted her lips, her cheeks turning a shade darker, then she bit down on her bottom lip.

Fuck!

She wasn’t even trying to be sexy, and it was exactly the reason I’d been keeping my distance. She was a temptress that got my groin working every time she was near and I was trying hard to be decent.

She took a step forward, then another, until we stood toe to toe, her hooker heels pressed against my loafers.

“When did you spot me?” she asked.

I pointed to the monitor. “It’s impossible to hide your angelic face.”

She smiled victoriously. “So you wanted me in the club?”

“How do you figure that?” I asked, my tone flat.

“You could have picked up the phone and told that bouncer at the door to turn me away.”

She was right, of course.

I had to add smart to her list of qualities. Dammit!

“Why did you kiss me that first day?” she asked, her eyes shining like stars against the dark skies.

“You looked kissable—and of age,” I deadpanned.

She brushed her fingertips across her nose, and my gaze locked on those freckles. I wanted to lick them, kiss them, and then lick them again.

“I am,” she murmured, lifting on her toes, but she was still a whole head shorter than I was. “Both.”

“Sienna.” My voice was a tortured groan. “I’m fifteen years older than you.”

I had to stop this before we got too far.

“Older, younger… it doesn’t matter. We’re both of age.” Her small hand pressed against my chest. “I know you feel this too. It might last a day, a week, a year. But why not enjoy it?”

Add sensible to the fucking list.

Shit, when she put it that way, I was starting to wonder why I was resisting her.

Oh, that’s right.

She didn’t belong in my world where people kill, steal, and cheat.

“Sienna, you don’t belong in my world.”

“Says who?”

“I do,” I grumbled, taking her ridiculous wig off and putting it in the trash can. “I’m sure you’ve watched The Godfather or The Sopranos or some other shit like that to get an idea of what world I live in.”

She arched her delicate blonde brow. “Still not convinced.”

We could go round and round all day, but her stubbornness would get in the way. Unless… an idea flickered in my mind.

I took her chin between my fingers. “Tell me how you always know where I’ll be?”

She smiled. “I’m majoring in computer engineering. I’m pretty good at hacking.”