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Gabriel Black leaned back contrary to the rich teak from the bar and smiled with satisfaction. At his elbow was obviously a glass from the finest aged Scotch. His suit was Armani, his shoes were Fer-ragamo and his shirt was silk. As section of his pocket was the real key to millions in internet stocks. Not bad to get a Thursday night.
A natural born gambler, he had a talent for winning. And the man a feeling that tonight's win was gonna be a major one. "Buy me a drink?"

He glanced over and offered the pouty redhead which has a pair of dangerous curves a long look. With a flick of his finger, he motioned to the bartender to bring her whatever she wanted. As Moe placed a flute of champagne next to her, Gabriel offered a charming smile and tilted his head toward the men who'd just walked within the door.

"I've got several things to adopt care of," he told the redhead. With one eye still about the mark, he leaned over and ran the rear of his index finger down the shoulder left bare by her strapless glittery dress. "Enjoy your champagne, keep my seat warm then when I'm finished we'll go ahead and take rest of this bottle to my room."

"I'll look to that," she purred, touching the tip of her tongue for the crystal flute before sliding onto the velvet covered barstool.

For just one single second, Gabriel was distracted. He leaned over and took the glass from her, twisted it to drink through the same place her lips had been, marked with a crimson smear of lipstick. The champagne exploded on his tongue. Much like he figured the sex would later.

"Tasty," he murmured, handing back the glass.

With a quick wink, he averted and scanned the room. Instantly, his gaze found his mark with his fantastic partner settling into a booth inside the corner.

Just like that, the redhead was just like gone in the mind. One of Gabriel's strengths was his power to ignore anything that stood between him with his fantastic goal. And as much while he adored women, they'd their place. In their bed, up against the wall, rising over his nude body. Those counseled me good places. But no woman had ever entered his mind when he was over a job.

After all, the work was everything.

A little something he'd learned from his old man. But as amazing as Tobias Black was, he'd never quite been able to master that one particular rule. Gabriel's father was king with the con, but he'd never rid yourself of emotional ties. That'd been his downfall, and also the reason he was now out from the game.

Gabriel admired his old man's skills. But he was better.

But he'd wait to gloat until later. After he'd relieved these gentleman of an cool mil.

He knew the affable smile on his face didn't detract through the air of danger he wore just like a second skin. But, whether it turned out in a very professional poker game or while pulling a con, the elegant suit and five-hundred-dollar haircut fooled people of sufficient length for him to get the job done.

"Gentlemen," he greeted when he reached their booth. With a nod to each man, he pulled up a chair.

"Mr. Lane," the first man greeted, using Gabriel's false identity. Hair slicked back from an unfortunate face, he was the sort of guy you simply knew have been picked on all through high school. The dateless kind who'd focused all of that teenage sexual frustration on studying so he could make kind of money that bought plenty of admiration.

"We're glad you agreed to fulfill us," the next guy said. This one was more wary. The accountant, he was here to generate sure his friend didn't get hosed.

Good. Something that came too easily was boring. Gabriel advocated working for his money. And he hated to be bored.

"I appreciate you agreeing to fulfill here," Gabriel said, nodding his head on the hotel's private bar. "I've been called away on the sudden vacation to Europe. As we couldn't try this tonight, it could need to delay until I buy back two weeks. I would not mind waiting, of course. This deal is merely getting sweeter. But you're good guys and I hate to delay your buy in."

"I've looked over your prospectus and the terms with the sale," the accountant started to say. Then his eyes widened and the man did actually lose track. Gabriel followed his gaze and damn near swallowed his tongue.

Hello, baby.

The room faded. The deal was a distant memory.

Like a laser, his focus honed in for the blonde.

She was straight out of every man's fantasy. Big curls spi-raled around a face that screamed hot sex. Eyes so blue these were almost purple flashed, the long lush lashes and smudged makeup giving her the look of an very satisfied woman who'd just slipped out of the rumpled bed. One where she'd left a very satisfied man smiling with exhaustion.

The curls teased shoulders, bare except for glitter plus a tiny group of black straps. Gabriel eyed those straps with his fantastic mouth went dry. Her breasts were perfect. Black fabric, as glittery as her skin, cupped the rounded globes like a lover's hands. His gaze followed the glitter with a waist small enough for him to span with both hands. Black leather wrapped around her hips, giving strategy to long—oh, baby, they were so gloriously long—legs. His gaze finished the tour at her feet and Gabriel hoped like hell he wasn't drooling.

Her shoes were mostly ribbon, tied in a very sassy bow at her ankle. High, spiked and black, these folks were the kind of shoes meant to become worn having a light gloss of body lotion and zilch else.

He dragged his eyes back approximately her face.

Her mouth was wet and glossy, the lower lip full and tempting. A tiny dimple played out as she shot Gabriel an inviting look.

As her date, some guy who only agreed to be a blur to Gabriel, pulled out her chair, she seemed to melt in it in a very single, sinuous move. Her eyes still locked on his, she offered Gabriel a smaller wink and blew him a kiss.

Gabriel's body proceeded high alert. High passion alert, that was. Muscles tense, his stomach clenched in anticipation. His fingers itched to the touch that skin. To slide his fingers on the silky expanse of bare flesh. Would she shiver? If he took her up against the wall, would she wrap those long legs around his waist and hold on tight tight?

Everything else inside the room faded.

Unlike the redhead, this wasn't a woman you put out of your mind.

Pure sex, which has a dangerously sweet edge, she'd a body meant to generate men beg.

And she was with someone else. Not that they cared. Gabriel always got what he wanted. And that he wanted her.

The only question was, just how long until he previously her?

Someone cleared his throat. "Mr. Lane?"

He watched the blonde thank the waiter for her glass of iced water. Lifting it to her lips, her gaze met Gabriel's again. He watched her throat move as she swallowed. His body hardened.

She lowered the glass. Her eyes still locked on his, she licked one glistening drop of water off her lower lip. Soft and pink, he imagined her tongue licking other things.

And damn near groaned.

"Mr. Lane?"

Shit. He was here to complete a job.

Playtime might have ahead later.

Gabriel dragged his eyes over gorgeous blonde and focused around the men looking at him. He could still start to view the sexy distraction out of the corner of his eye as they listened for the accountant outline his concerns about the deal. Jerry, the unfortunate-faced mark, split his attention between staring over Gabriel's shoulder and absently nodding along along with his buddy.

Trying to keep focused for the game, Gabriel ignored the flash of color and light within the corner in the eye. Then Jerry winced, a shocked look crossing his homely face.

Gabriel turned his head just in time for you personally to see Blondie's date grab her by the hair.

"What the…"

Gabriel was half from his seat if the guy pulled her mouth to his. She leaned in, like she was liking it. No struggle, no sign that she is at trouble. When he pulled away, she said something, patting the guy's chest. The smile she offered him was big and sweet.

His nerve endings raw from zigzagging between lust as well as the rescue-the-distressed-damsel adrenaline rush, Gabriel clenched his fist and sucked in a very deep breath.

Settling in his chair, he shifted so he couldn't watch the show any longer.

He were required to focus, dammit.

The priority was the game. The money.

Never a woman.

"I understand your concerns," he told the men, focusing on Jerry. He continued to outline why their thinking was wrong, and why his deal was the maximum thing invented since internet porn. It only took several seconds before both men were nodding along, big smiles on the faces.

Not while he was so damned good, either. Nope, the guys' attention used to be split, half of it for the Gabriel's pitch, the remainder for the blonde over his shoulder.

Hell, he thought while he pushed the contract toward Jerry to read and sign. She was making in this way too easy for him. He was beginning to feel like he should offer her up quite a sparkle or two as being a thank-you for doing half his work for him.

Offering Jerry his pen along with a charming smile, Gabriel could almost have the million dollars sliding into his pocket.

Then there was clearly a loud crash of glass striking the floor, a muffled cry of pain and a growl as well as the sound of flesh hitting flesh. The room went silent to get a heartbeat before mid-air was filled with gasps and protests.

Fury propelled Gabriel to his feet. Before he could take a step, though, the blonde gave a quick, worried shake of her head. Her face, one cheek glowing red from that asshole's hand, looked terrified.

Stay away from it, her big blue eyes begged.

A man who strongly supported people's to screw themselves up, Gabriel forced himself to relax down.

He watched a busboy rush over to wash in the broken glass. Two waiters scurried, one for that table, another probably for the manager.

Let it go, Black.

It had been taken care of. No basis for him to interfere. Or worse, to blow this deal.

He watched the blonde assure the concerned waiter that they was okay. Her date, the prick, just glared with the guy, his hand fisted around her slender arm.

Nope. He wasn't going being in a position to ...