Page 5 of When He Plays

He wore jeans, battered boots, and a black t-shirt. And he was so sexy that all of the moisture was drying from her mouth.

Get it together! She’d been on dozens of dangerous, international missions. She’d stopped assassins. She’d infiltrated a drug ring. She had stopped a major weapons deal in Russia just four months ago.

Why, why was she so weak in the knees for this man?

“I didn’t expect a boring secret agent when I was blackmailed into this circus.” His head cocked to the right. “Figured you’d be an adrenaline junkie who lived for the thrill of the mission.”

“So sorry to disappoint you.”

“Nothing about you has disappointed me.”

Now that caught her off guard. Her gaze whipped up to catch him studying her far too intently.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Her heartbeat was so loud that she suspected he could hear it.

“What’s up with the glasses?” he murmured.

“Uh, they let people see better.”

His lips quirked even more. “I mean, you didn’t have them on when we met in London. Are they part of your disguise? Trying to go for professional and understated, are we?”

Yes, actually, she was.

“Doesn’t work. They just make your eyes look bigger, more golden. They frame your face too well, and you look sexy as hell. Slutty glasses really work for you.”

Her mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened. “Did you just call my glasses slutty?” That wasn’t a thing. Glasses were not slutty.

“Sorry. It’s just that they have this naughty-librarian vibe going on, and they seriously work for you.”

She whipped off the glasses and tossed them onto the seat next to her. “Professional.”

“Right. I will work on that.” His hands lifted, and he held his palms toward her, as if surrendering. “But I am an asshole. You heard Morris. Everyone knows that particular fact about me. So you should probably just report back to your boss that this isn’t going to work. I’m too much of a dick. You can’t get me to cooperate with you. I’m a lost cause. I offend you constantly, and you want someone else for this mission.” A brisk nod. “Totally understandable. Tell your boss all of that stuff.”

The light dawned. And she had to smile at him. A big, wide grin.

“Hell.” He swallowed. She caught the faint click of his Adam’s apple. “That’s dangerous.”

“You’re trying to make me angry.” Obviously. “You’re deliberately saying inappropriate things and attempting to infuriate me so that I will leave you.” She leaned toward him. Put her hand down very close to his thigh. Not touching him because she knew that if she did, she’d feel that powerful attraction again. Yes, dammit, attraction. “Not happening. I am in this mission until completion. So you can call my glasses slutty. You can insult me all you like, but it won’t work. I am not going to run away from you. I am here for the duration.”

He didn’t look away from her. “For the record, I meant slutty in the best possible way. I happen to love slutty things.”

That was actually believable. “I’m sure you do.” Time to take control of this situation. “I saved your life tonight.”

Logan squinted at her. “Did you?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm. I think I had things under control.”

“I think a man with a gun was sneaking up behind you,” she gritted from between clenched teeth.

“I knew he was there,” Logan revealed. “Not like I could forget about the missing-nose-ring punk.”

“I think that if I hadn’t tased him, you would have gotten a bullet to the spine.”

“Nah. That idiot had to be a horrible shot. Worst case, it would have gone in my shoulder, but, like I said, I knew he was there. I would have disarmed him before he fired.”

She frowned at him.