Rowan didn’t speak as she turned on her heel and strode to the door. Didn’t speak as she opened it, exited, and shut it behind her with a gentle click. Then he swiveled in his chair and leveled Sean with a dark glare.
“What the hell just happened?”
“That’s called a strikeout,” Sean said with a grin. “I’ve never seen you crash and burn like that, my friend.”
“I know. Embarrassing is what it is. I mean, really.”
Rowan tangled his fingers through his hair. “You got a better response than I did.”
“Please, I got nothing, same as you.”
Rowan offered him a sheepish smile. “I know. But I felt the heat pulsing off you the moment she stepped into the office. Then I saw the fantasies you were weaving about her and decided to throw you a bone. So you want her, huh?”
Sean lost his grin but managed to shrug. “Doesn’t matter. Unless you picked up on her weaving fantasies about me?”
A sigh. “Sorry. Her mind was a blank slate to me. I didn’t pick up on a single thought, emotion, or desire. It’s like she operates on a completely different frequency than the rest of the world.”
She probably did, with all those wires and chips in her head.
“Still,” Rowan continued, “we can call Bill and tell him you’re the one who should be—”
“Nope.” The word burned his tongue, and he hated himself for saying it, but he didn’t take it back. Success was too important. “I don’t exactly inspire trust in the women I date. The opposite, in fact. Something about me makes people distrust every word and action.” His affiliation with the shadows, with darkness, most likely. They must have sensed it on some level. “You’re better at romancing and I’m better at killing.

Autor: Gena Showalter