Chapter 16 The Setup

Makros leaned back in his chair, regarding Vanessa with the confidence of a man he knew he was at greater advantage. She sat opposite him with her legs crossed, her dress ending inches above her thighs. The light was low in his office, an amber haze dancing across her skin, softening it more than it should. He knew better. She had the tongue that could draw blood, and the body of a woman who'd never had to fight for a thing in her life.