Free Sin and the Millionaire by Lucy Farago

get me arrested, aren’t you?”
    â€œUnknot your panties. This’ll be a piece of cake,” she said with far more enthusiasm than he shared.
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    Well past midnight, he drove as Lizzy stared at all the flash drives in her hand.
    â€œWhat does one person need with all of these?”
    He, unfortunately, knew exactly what to expect to find on the sticks they’d pilfered from Victoria’s condo. “She kept digital copies of every script she read, and every model shoot she’d been given a copy of for her portfolio.” He bit back a grin.
    â€œAh hell, you mean I have to go through her pictures. Like reading her fan mail wasn’t nauseating enough?”
    â€œThis was your idea,” he said. He parked the Roadster in the driveway instead of the garage. Maybe he could convince her to drive it home. He’d offered to take her there, but having given the police a new suspect to focus on, she insisted they return to his house. His place offered more computers and they’d be able to examine the many flash drives faster.
    â€œWell, Mr. Brainiac, I didn’t hear you come up with a better one.”
    â€œI suggested we let the police handle it.” He unlocked his front door and unceremoniously shoved her inside. “ You called me stupid.”
    â€œI did not,” she said over her shoulder. “I said your idea was dumb.”
    She was lying. She’d said he was stupid. But she’d also been teasing him mercilessly all night, and given the late hour, he wasn’t in the mood to argue. Not that he could win. In her mood, if he said the sky was blue, she’d say it was purple simply to annoy him. He liked when she teased him. Maybe he was stupid for real, but he figured it was her way of flirting. Something she was doing more and more, and given what she’d said this afternoon, one would assume now she’d be going in the opposite direction.
    She made a beeline for his office. “Grab your laptop from the kitchen, and I’ll get started.”
    Shaking his head, he did as he was told, thinking the next time he had her beneath him—and there would be a next time—he was going to make certain she did as she was told. The idea of tying her to his bed while he took his sweet time exploring every silky inch of her body gave him a painful hard-on. One he’d better get rid of before he saw her again.
    After snagging his laptop and two bottles of water, he met up with Lizzy. She’d piled her red curls in a messy bun atop her head and she’d never looked cuter, squinting at the screen, utter revulsion written all over her face. “I take it you’re not looking at a movie script.”
    â€œBali,” was all she said, then pretended to gag.
    â€œYou know, someone might think you were jealous.”
    â€œSomeone,” she replied, without taking her eyes off the computer screen, “is delusional. If I wanted plastic boobs, I could have had them. Would have made a hell of a lot more money too.”
    â€œOh, I’m not saying you’re jealous over her looks. She doesn’t hold a candle to you.”
    She looked up then, her expression unimpressed. “I know I’m not ugly. I probably wouldn’t have made it out of Canada alive otherwise. But your wife was far more attractive. It’s the woman herself I couldn’t stand. She was a diva and didn’t know a good thing when she had it.”
    That surprised him. “Am I that good thing?” And didn’t Lizzy realize she had it too, if only she’d take it?
    â€œNope.” She resumed her search, unaware she’d just crushed his heart. “Not falling for that one,” she muttered under her breath, reigniting his hope.
    â€œLizzy,” he said, his tone sharp. He waited for her to acknowledge him, which took a few seconds.
    â€œYes?”
    â€œAm I that good thing?” he repeated, needing her to admit it, even if