Spy Girl (Spy Girl #1)

I nod yes, tell Ari not to wait up, and before I know it, I’m in a limo staring at Daniel’s hella good hair, his perfect profile, and his jawline of delicious scruff.

I was taught to exploit an opponent’s weaknesses, and it’s quite clear I’m going to need a much closer inspection to find anything weak on Daniel. From his strong, chiseled jaw down to a thick neck and broad shoulders. All of him is hard and muscular.

Which is probably what makes his brilliant blue eyes look so sweet and his lips look so soft and lush.





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Daniel’s town house is incredible, an old brownstone on a prestigious street lined with embassies.

“Is this your parents’ house?”

“No, it was my grandparents’. I inherited it last year. Isn’t it great?”

I nod. The home is old with thick crown moldings, wood floors, finials, wood and stone fireplaces, lots of wainscoting and marble. But all the furnishings are a healthy mix of modern and antiques.

“I like what you’ve done to the place. You’ve kept all the original details but brought in modern furniture.”

I’m rewarded with a smile and a peek of a dimple on his right side.

“I think it’s my new goal in life to see your other dimple,” I tell him.

He has a cocky smirk and a body built for all kinds of naughtiness, but his eyes are warm and tender.

At Blackwood, my professors couldn’t find my weakness, but I’m looking at it right now—a pair of intense blue eyes.

“I only have one dimple.” He holds a plethora of takeout menus in front of my face. “Pick one.”

“And here I thought that was just a ploy to get me back to your place. I’m a little disappointed. Allie was regaling me with what she’s read in the tabloids about you. All your tricks, Air Force Two.”

He sets the menus down and studies my face, his blue eyes boring into mine. “I don’t need tricks to get a girl to sleep with me.”

And I don’t doubt it.

He lowers his eyes to the menus and pulls a few out. “Let’s get rid of the healthy options. I’m in the mood to be bad.”

Oh god, me too, Daniel, me too. I’m going to drag him back to the bedroom even if it means I’ll have to overcome and restrain him to do it. Those thoughts alone set my panties ablaze. And he’s yet to kiss me.

He finally settles on a pizza menu.

“Best thick crust in the city. Anything you don’t like on a pizza?”

“No anchovies. No onions. Other than that, I’m game for anything.”

My answer is rewarded with the single dimple punctuating a small smile. A line like that at Blackwood would have earned me a lot more than a smile. It would have either gotten me four hours of wilderness survival training or thrown on a guy’s dorm bed and wonderfully attacked.

I have a moment of self-doubt.

Maybe he really just wanted a dinner companion?

“So, Montrovia, huh?”

“Yeah. It’s first up on the list.”

“There’s a list?”

“Yes, of all the places and things we’d like to see and do.” I don’t mention that he has rocketed straight to the top of the all the things I want to do.

Preferably now.

Like, right now.

I consider stripping off my clothes just to see what would happen, but when his stomach growls I realize he really is hungry. And if—no, when—I end up in bed with him, the last thing I want is for him not to have enough fuel for that amazing body. With all those muscles, he must burn like a thousand calories a minute just staring into space. I remember reading an article that said he eats like ten thousand calories a day when he’s training.

“They said it will be about thirty minutes,” he tells me after placing our order. “Want to play some Xbox?”

The night is going downhill quickly. He wants to play video games with me?

I tap my perfectly manicured nails on the island in response. I look down at my evening gown, the red color a contrast to my blonde hair, the straps reining in my ample cleavage and the fabric floating over my curves.

If Daniel wants to be my friend, so be it. I’m going to be the sexiest best friend he’s ever had.

I remind myself I’m on a mission but, in my mind, sleeping with Daniel has just become an integral part of that mission.

And I must not fail.

He plops down on the couch and pats the seat next to him as he readies the gaming controls.

I stop by his fridge, grab a couple beers, and hand him one when I sit down in the exact spot he patted, allowing the silk covering my thigh to brush against him. He hands me a controller and points to a list of games on the screen.

“Choose one.”

I scroll through the list while he’s busy staring at my cleavage.

Fortunately, I find what I’m looking for. It’s a very popular game that allows you to go on missions either by yourself, with a partner, or as a team. Only a few people know that this game started out as a teaching and training program for students at Blackwood Academy.

And I’m the best.

When I click on it, Daniel’s eyes light up.