Spy Girl (Spy Girl #1)

Daniel’s blue eyes smolder as he whispers to me, “Maybe it’s time to go visit my old friend. Although, if I go, you know we’re going to sleep together.”


“I do love a good slumber party. Maybe I can braid your hair,” I tease, tousling his dark, shaggy locks.

“When do we leave?” he asks.

“Tomorrow.”

“Mode of transportation?”

“Well, if you’re coming with, why don’t we make a splash in Air Force Two?”

“You know I could make that happen.”

“You talk a big game.”

“And I deliver the goods.” He smirks and raises an eyebrow at me. Gosh, this guy is a flirt. I love it.

“My prediction is that the Prince, who you claim to be friends with, won’t remember you.”

An amused smile plays on his lips. “I’m hard to forget.”

“So you go both ways, huh?”

“What? No!”

I grin. “I’m just screwing with you.”

“Not yet, Huntley, but soon you will be.”

He grabs my phone, enters his number as AirForce2 and says, “I’ll be in touch.” Then he excuses himself from the table.

Ari and Peter are talking exotic cars.

“That’s why we’re going, really. To hit the car show and the Formula One race. One of the things on Ari’s bucket list.”

“I’d love to go to Montrovia,” Allie gushes. “We should go too, Peter.”

“It’s race weekend. No way we’d find a hotel room.”

“You’re welcome to stay at our villa,” I suggest.

“That would be amazing!” she says, then turns to Peter. “Peter, you could come to my photo shoot, and we could leave from there.” She gives him a little pout. “Please, baby.”

Peter’s face softens, and he gives her a sweet smile. “I hate to say no to you, but I have other plans.”

Allie huffs at him then switches to Daniel’s vacated spot next to me and gives me a girly rundown of Montrovia. She seems to know all about the place even though she’s never been there. She goes on about what kind of clothes I should take, all the amazing yachts there, and how her publicist could get us into some A-List parties. I suppose when you have a body like hers, getting invites is probably easy.

“Have you and Peter dated long?”

“About three weeks. I’m not sure he’s all that serious about me, though,” she admits. “He likes models.”

“I’ve heard he’s a bit of a playboy.”

“Yes, me too. He’s so sweet though, and the lifestyle of a billionaire’s son is crazy. I grew up on a farm in Illinois.”

“I know what you mean. I just inherited that kind of money. I’m still in shock.”

“Well, better to have it than to date it, if you know what I mean. Your brother is pretty cute.”

“Uh, thank you.”

“You look alike. I see the family resemblance. Let’s go to the bar and get a drink. Meet some more people.”

I’m not sure, but by people, I think she’s possibly shopping for men. Peter may be using her for her beauty, but she’s using him as well. I guess I shouldn’t judge. My job is to use people to get what I want. She seems really nice, though. If I wasn’t who I am, I think we could be friends. Ari’s words earlier about this being our life play back in my head. I wonder if he’s right. Could there be more to this mission than I have been told?

Allie grabs my elbow and leads me to the restroom, where we touch up our lipstick and then head to the bar.

“That Daniel is quite a looker. He seemed very interested in you. Like, he didn’t even look at me. Which is something I’m not used to.”

“Do you believe his story about showing up with his parents? Looked to me like he just rolled out of bed.”

“I hope he wasn’t alone. That would be a shame. Don’t you think he’s cute?”

“He’s like sex on a stick.”

“I do like a big stick,” she giggles, downing a glass of champagne.

“Care to dance?” a velvety voice says into my ear.

I don’t have to turn around to know it’s him.

“Do you mind?” I ask Allie.

“Oh, no,” she says, latching on to Ari who is with Daniel. “Your brother can keep me company.”

“I’d love to,” I say to Daniel, taking his hand.





We dance close, his hard body pressed against mine and his lips nuzzling my neck. I suppose in some ways being a covert operative and going undercover is much like an actress playing a role. And although I know my role is to become friendly with Daniel, friendly takes on a whole new meaning when he lowers his lips to my neck and nips at it.

He turns me on. Plain and simple. While my mind is calculating different scenarios in which Daniel can further help my mission, my body is highly recommending that I sleep with him.

It’s like I’m one of those cars, that all you have to do is push to start. And Daniel revs my motor further when he whispers in my ear, “I’m hungry. Would you want to go back to my place and order a real dinner?”

I know I’d like to feast on him.