Free Mischief in Miami by Nicole Williams

any and all physical battles against him. My strength came from my words, and I’d battle him with those until I’d won.
    Daniel picked up a glass of champagne and handed it to me. If he thought this was my celebration face, he had another thing coming.
    I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes. “Either she goes or I go.”
    Natasha crossed her arms, too. No offense to her, because if I batted for the other team, I’m sure she’d do it for me, but Natasha and female fuckery wasn’t part of the job.
    Daniel firmly shook his head. “No. Nobody is going. We’re all going to get naked, play with each other, and fuck like it’s going out of style.” With those ever so eloquent words, he lifted the glass of champagne I’d refused and drained it in one long drink. “Any questions?”
    I took one full breath before I chanced responding. I wouldn’t have been able to stay civil if I hadn’t given myself a few moments to bite back the words that wanted to fly out of my mouth. “She goes. Or I go.”
    Daniel’s forehead wrinkled. Setting the glass back down, he approached me. He wound his arm around my waist and shoved me hard against him. His mouth moved just outside of my ear, and he held me like that for a while before he said anything. It was a play to intimidate me.
    I couldn’t be intimidated, least of all by someone like him. Behind the expensive suit and the insatiable sex drive was a little boy who’d wet the bed and grown up ignored by his mother. G hadn’t been remiss when she’d included psychological training in the Eve line-up.
    “I know how bad you want me. I know you want me so bad you’d be willing to do anything,” he breathed into my ear, pulling me harder to him. “You want me? This is the price.”
    I lifted an eyebrow and gave him an unimpressed smile. “I know how bad you want me . I know you want me so bad you’d be willing to do anything. You want me? She goes,” I said, not blinking as I met his stare. “This is the price.”
    “You’re bluffing.” His eyes flashed with excitement. From his expression and his stiff member pressed into my hip, a woman talking back to him was obviously turning him on. The majority of my Targets were the same.
    “I never bluff when it comes to sex,” was my reply. When his hold on me loosened just enough, I wove out of it and headed for the door.
    Yes, I was bluffing. Tonight was the night, and come hell or three-way high water, I needed to get Mr. Silva’s pants around his ankles. I was playing a hunch that he wouldn’t let me get past the door. I didn’t want to think about the repercussions if that hunch blew up in my face.
    I was about to step my first foot out into the hall when his hand grabbed mine. He gave it a tug and whipped me back inside of the room. “Natasha. Leave,” he ordered, inclining his head toward the door.
    “Excuse me?” Natasha replied in an outraged tone with a thick European accent.
    “Precisely.” Daniel threw her an irritated look. “You’re excused.”
    She made a disgusted noise before grabbing her purse and storming for the door. “Un-fucking-believable,” she said, glaring at him in a way that gave new meaning to the term glaring daggers . “When you’re finished with him trying and failing to satisfy you, come find me,” Natasha said, dropping her hand on my arm. “A woman knows what a woman wants.” Then, she blew me an air kiss, flashed her middle finger in Daniel’s face, and marched out into the hallway.
    Daniel slammed the door. “Alone at last. I hope you’re happy,” he said, giving me an expectant look. “You’d better make this good.”
    One hurdle down, one more to go. Fifteen minutes to go, and I’d never have to see Daniel Silva again. Ten if I moved fast. “If you didn’t believe I would, you wouldn’t have kicked her out.”
    Daniel’s face shifted into a smirk. “True. So show me just how good you are.”
    Planning on it .
    When he stopped in front of me, I moved for his