Free Revenge for Hire (The Get Even Agency) by Janice Lynn Page A

asked in a very New York
accent, her question having the effect of a bucket of ice water dumped over
Avery. Jude, too.
    He straightened, his body blocking Avery from whoever the female
was and giving her time to adjust her shirt and bra. He stared down at her with
heavy-lidded eyes that she couldn’t read in the dim light. She didn’t need
light to know what he thought.
    He wanted her. He knew she wanted him. He expected it, accepted
her want as a given and was quite smug in the knowledge that he’d just made her
come in the back hallway of a downtown public bar.
    They’d gotten caught. Had that been his intention all along? To
give her the thrill of knowing someone could walk into the back hallway any
moment? That someone would eventually catch them and bring whatever they
started to a halt?
    Randi, Courtney, or Cassidy could have caught them.
    What would she have said? That this was part of her making him
fall for her plan?
    She lifted her chin. That was what this was, so, of course,
that’s what she would have said. Right? So why did she feel so off kilter?
    Jude gave Avery a wry grin, then turned to face the interrupter.
“As usual, you’re timing sucks, Joy.”
    “I knew that was you. No surprise that you’re back here making
out with some babe.” The woman peeped around Jude to wave at Avery. “Hi, this
week’s babe.”
    That summed it up. This week’s babe.
    That’s really all she was.
    No, she wasn’t even that. She was an agent here on assignment
to tear Jude’s world apart. Instead, he’d just rocked the foundation of her
world.
    “Excuse me,” she said and pushed past him. If she’d been smart,
she’d have headed toward the ladies room. But thinking left the building
somewhere around the time Jude kissed her.
    It took a few seconds to spot Randi and Cassidy on the dance
floor, each with hunky guys. Courtney was at a booth talking to some guy. Avery
strained her eyes. Not some guy. The guy who’d picked Jude up to carry him to
the doctor’s office yesterday. His best friend Marcus.
    Great.
    She headed to the table, determined to grab Courtney and for
them to get out of Dodge.
    “Let’s go,” she said the moment she stepped up to the booth.
    Courtney’s eyes widened. “What happened to you?”
    “Nothing. Let’s go.”
    “No can do. I’m talking with Marcus and he’s telling me ways we
can decrease liability for the temp service.”
    Avery wanted to whine her friend’s name, but didn’t know what
name Courtney had given to Marcus so she couldn’t. The temp service didn’t need
decreased liability. Although the business turned a nice profit, it was mainly
just a cover for TGEA. A way to get inside places where they needed an in. Besides,
she hadn’t used their temp agency’s name when securing this job. She never did.
When she walked away from Jude there would be no way for him to trace her.
    She would walk. Like she wanted to walk right at this moment.
    Instead she sat down next to Courtney and pouted. At least she
figured she was pouting because her arms were crossed and her lower lip felt
heavy.
    Of course that might be because her nipples still stung with
awareness and her mouth was kiss-swollen and, ohmigosh ,
she’d orgasmed in a bar hallway.
    Nah, pouting worked for her.
    Courtney and Marcus talked. Avery sat ignored except for the
curious looks they kept giving her. Fine, let them look. They couldn’t see her high
beams. Not with her arms crossed over them.
    Jude stood next to the table. Avery refused to look. Unfortunately
his standing at the end of the table put that silver buckle of his right into her
peripheral vision and that made her think of what that buckle covered.
    She swallowed and hugged her arms tighter over her breasts,
afraid at any minute her nipples were going to pop and announce she was horny.
    “We need to talk.”
    She pretended not to hear him.
    “Angel,” he started, but then the woman who’d interrupted them
stepped up. What had he called her?