Free The Woman Sent to Tame Him by Victoria Parker

sensation shoved heat through his veins as he caught a flash of ruby-red hair flowing across the foyer.
    Within seconds he was on his feet. What was Miss Spitfire doing in here? Looking for him? She was a determined little thing.
    In the main lobby he glanced left, towards the wide entryway—seeing the line of supercars curling around the fountain beyond—and then right, to fall beneath her spell as she disappeared around a darkened corner.
    By the time he caught up she was facing a door, her hand in mid-air—
    ‘You’ve come to the Casino to use the bathroom, Seraphina? Do you have a problem with the plumbing on your father’s yacht?’
    She froze, palm flat against the hardwood panel, and Finn watched her decadent long lashes flutter downwards to whisper over her satiny cheeks. No make-up, he mused, and her natural beauty was really quite breathtaking.
    With a swift inhale she spun on her feet and then crossed her arms over her knee-length black coat. She arched one delicate brow. ‘When a girl needs to go, a girl needs to go.’
    ‘How right you are.’ He needed to be rid of her just as badly. Because she was angry—no, she was furious—and he wanted to kiss that mulish line right off her lips.
    ‘You could have told me you’d sold your bordello before I stormed the place looking for you.’
    Ah.
    ‘I would have if I’d known you were coming to visit, baby. You know how much I look forward to our little...assignations.’ He felt a smile tug at his lips. Stretching wider as her gaze loitered over his attire and a shiver racked her svelte frame.
    ‘Am I doing it for you tonight, Miss Scott?’ he asked, his voice a decadent purr.
    She grimaced as if she were in pain. ‘If by “it” you mean making me regret the moment I ever laid eyes on you, then, yes, strangely enough you are.’
    Aw, man , she was delicious. ‘How do you feel about dinner?’ It was a horrendous idea, but he suddenly had the urge to feed her. Fill out those over-slight curves.
    ‘You mean together ?’
    ‘That’s a bit forward, don’t you think? But, yes, okay. I accept.’
    Mouth agape, she slowly shook her head, clearly questioning his sanity. Oddly enough, that made two of them. ‘Did you attend some school specialising in becoming the most annoying and arrogant person ever?’
    ‘As a matter of fact—’
    A tall blonde, dressed to the nines in a slinky red number, appeared from nowhere and motioned to the bathroom door. Finn stifled his irritation at her giving him the once-over and zeroed in on Serena as she clammed up, took a step back, and dipped her head until that glorious fall of hair veiled her face.
    Unsure why it could be, but loathing the way she threw out distress signals, he curled his fingers around her upper arm and tugged her further along the hall to where the dim light imparted privacy.
    Except every muscle in her arm tensed beneath his fingers and her gaze bounced off every surface until even he half expected someone to pounce.
    ‘Hey, are you okay?’
    ‘Peachy.’
    She wrenched free and wrapped both arms across her chest. It was like watching someone erect guard rails.
    Okay, so she didn’t want to be alone with him. Yet she’d been fine last night in his bedroom. What had she asked him for? Lights.
    ‘You don’t like the dark?’ For some reason it made him think back to that odd ramble of Tom’s— ‘Protect her for me...she’s been through enough...’ —and his fists tightened into hard balls of menace.
    She bristled with an adorable blend of embarrassment and pique.
    ‘Hey, so you don’t like the dark? So what? Neither do I. When I was a kid I used to crawl into bed with my mum during power cuts, for Pete’s sake. Some hard-ass Spider-Man I was.’
    She blinked over and over, until the fine lines creasing her brow smoothed. ‘Spider-Man, huh? Did you have the blue and red outfit too?’
    ‘Sure I did. And the cool web-maker.’
    Her small smile lit the corners of the hall. Finn wanted