A Touch of Minx
Chapter One
Palm Beach, Florida
Thursday, 11:28 p.m.
Samantha Jellicoe crouched between a full suit of sixteenth-century Prussian armor and a life-size terra cotta warrior from the tomb of Qin Shi Huang. Footsteps entered the dark hallway a few yards beyond her and she stilled, keeping her breathing slow and deep.
"I know you're here," the deep voice said in a slightly faded British accent. "You may as well give up now."
No friggin' way. If he had any idea where she was, he would have found her already. Richard Addison might be a high-powered billionaire, a great white shark in the world of business, but where creeping around in the dark was concerned, he was a rank amateur.
She, on the other hand, had gone professional well before her tenth birthday. Resisting the instinct to back deeper into the shadows as he approached, she took a breath and held it. Adrenaline pumped into her system, making her want to move, make a run for it. That, though, wasn't part of the plan.
"You'll never make it," Addison's voice taunted. "All I have to do is sta ... read full excerpt from A Touch of Minx ebook
