Free The Sweetest Revenge by Amy Redwood

her. His smile suddenly took her breath away. She’d slept with Brian. She might need some time to grasp the fact. He still holds me in his arms, but now I lose him. Her heart twisted, and she closed her eyes. She had to get out before she embarrassed herself and, heaven forbid, started crying. She wouldn’t tell him how much she wanted him to whisper her name again. She gave him another push. “Would you mind not making this harder for me?”
    “ And here I was thinking that you’re a tough cookie,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “I haven’t told you yet that I’ll be leaving Vegas tomorrow morning.”
    “ Didn’t you say something about an important meeting?”
    “ I’ll send my secretary, you know, the one I sleep with, to the meeting. I’m off to another destination.”
    “ Good for you,” she said, keeping her voice light.
    “ You don’t want to know where I’m going?”
    “ Where?” she asked exasperated, desperate to leave before she broke down.
    “ Hawaii.” He kissed along her jaw. “Diving.”
    “ Really?” She looked into his eyes.
    “ Really. You told me I’m a self-important jerk. Incidentally, you were right. I think.”
    She gave a short snort. “I was right. I’m also right when I tell you to let me go.” She pushed against his chest. “Get off me.” When he complied, she sighed. She was free to leave. I’ve never confused sex with love before, so why start now? She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and fished for her shoes with her toes. 
    "You are beautiful, do you know that? You looked like a goddess in my bed." He traced along her spine. "A slightly naughty goddess, though."
    She heard the warmth in his voice and her throat tightened, tears burning at the back of her eyes. "No need to sweet talk me."
    “ I booked more than one ticket.”
    Why the hell did he think she wanted to know more about his vacation? “I don’t care where or what you—“ She had just slipped her left foot into her right shoe when his words hit home. “Why exactly are you telling me this?” Kicking the shoe off, she shot him a searching look over her shoulder.
    He moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle. “I want you to come with me.”
    “ I’m not interested.” Hah, what a lie.
    “ I’ll marry you tonight if it would help you decide,” he said, his face buried against the side of her neck. “Damn, you smell good, Susannah.”
    She stood up so abruptly, she twisted her ankle stepping on her shoe. “We only had sex, no need to overreact.” She glared down at him. He couldn’t be serious, could he?
    “ It’s Vegas, honey.” He winked. “And have I told you about my intuition yet? Helped me close great deals. Never failed me and—“
    “ I’m not a deal you’ve a good feeling about.” Holy shit, she'd found someone even more nuts than she was. And I love him for it. She crossed her arms over her breasts, feeling his gaze running over her body and knew that now was her time for revenge. Now, with him wanting her badly, wanting her to stay with him. If she turned him down and laughed, she would pay him back the insult he gave her ten years ago.
    Then again, there ’s a sweeter form of revenge.
    She smiled. “So, how bad do you want me to come with you?” She took his still full whiskey glass from the table and drained it, then took the handcuffs from the bed. “Would you like to try these on?” She dangled them in front of his face.
    “ Absolutely not.”
    “ Well, then you’ll only need one ticket. But if I can have you under me, all nice and secure, for the rest of the night…”
    “ I’d rather marry you.”
    “ Let’s take this slow, will you?” She bit her lip to keep from smiling, shaking her head. “I promise you’ll like it. Though, if you don’t want me to go diving with you…” She leaned over the bed, deliberately brushing up against him, and searched for her panties, knowing that they were on the floor. “Have a good