Free A Wicked Game by Evie Knight

could do, but the best thing he could think of. If this was the last time he’d see her, he wanted to spend every last minute of it with her.
    “I should go home.”
    No. Not tonight . “Your clothes are wet,” he said.
    “You could be a good guy and let me borrow a T-shirt and a pair of pants so I can go home.”
    He leaned forward, backing her against the wall to turn off the knob. “Then, I’m a bad guy because I won’t let you use any of my clothes,” he said in a low voice.
    She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m not liking you much right now.”
    “Now, you know that’s a lie.” Jack opened the glass door and stepped out to grab a couple of towels. “Spend the night, won’t you?” He covered her in a towel and drew her to him. “I’ll take you home tomorrow morning.”
    She looked up at him. “Hmm… I don’t know. Will you feed me?”
    He let out a soft laugh. “Sure. You tell me what you want. I’ll press the number on my auto-dial.”
    “You can’t cook?”
    “Sweetheart, I love food too much to mess with it. What are you in the mood for tonight? I’ll call it in.” Jack kissed the tip of her nose. He’d make every minute of their night together count. Tomorrow would be another day and the time to say goodbye. Tonight he’d enjoy her company.

Chapter Fourteen

    She’d been seeing Jack for almost three months now. What had started as a game of revenge was a game no more. Oh, there wasn’t anything serious between them. Well, she preferred to think there wasn’t because she didn’t know what—if anything—existed. For all she knew, Jack could stop calling her, stop showing up to take her out to lunch whenever he had a chance, stop asking her out to dinner, stop taking her for a ride on the weekends, or stop asking her to spend the night at his place more often than not. Come to think of it, she’d been gradually staying more nights at his place than at her own condo.
    Tori glanced around the elegant room and ran her hand down the length of her short black dress while she waited for the bartender to pour her a drink. Jack asked her to accompany him to his company’s cocktail party in celebration of a new account they’d acquired. She watched as he held an animated conversation with his friend Ethan and other company executives he’d introduced her to earlier.
    His good looks didn’t compare to how ridiculously smart he was. To top it all off, he had a great sense of humor, which she’d never known until now. The more time she spent with him, the farther she fell into his web. She lost track of time, basking in the safe haven of his arms, in his sometimes harsh yet sweet lovemaking.
    Tori sucked in her breath, reaching for her martini. God. No, it couldn’t be possible . Had she fallen in love? She took a long drink. Yes, she had. How could she not have seen it coming? Her heartbeat raced. She stared in his direction, and saw him smile, nodding at whatever the other men around him said.
    “Oh, I know that look.” Brandy, Jack’s secretary, stood next to her at the bar and gestured to the bartender.
    Tori blinked, glancing at the beautiful woman. “Come again.”
    Brandy smiled. “Mm… hmm yeah, just what I thought.” She ordered her drink and looked back at Tori. “He can be an ass sometimes.”
    “Tell me something I don’t know,” Tori agreed.
    “Right. You’ll make a decent husband out of him.”
    Tori choked on her drink. Did she hear her right? She wondered whatever made Brandy think that. “It’s nothing—”
    “How is it?” She raised her brow in question.
    “We’re just friends.”
    Brandy’s shoulders shook as she let out a soft laugh. “He’d never bring a friend to the company’s cocktail.” She took a sip from her drink.
    “I’m sure he took other women to events.” Her chest tightened as Tori imagined Jack with other women. God . She was jealous.
    Brandy glanced at Jack, then back at Tori. “If he ever dated, he kept it a secret because he