The Spy Who Wants Me
Chapter One
Spinning on her three-inch spiked heel, Elle Gray lifted her
leg and kicked her perp solidly in the gut.
The stocky, overly tattooed man, who looked more like a
thug than the mastermind in one of the biggest acts of technological
piracy to hit the East Coast in a decade, flew backward.
Elle dropped into a fighting stance as Harley hit the
wall with a thud, but he just kept sliding until he was nothing
but an unconscious heap of cheap leather and ratty blue jeans.
Man, you'd think with all the money he had made on his
nefarious dealings, the man could afford a few nice additions
to his wardrobe.
Hadn't that been easier than she'd thought it would be?
Apparently, dressing like a biker didn't mean a man had the
fighting skills to last fifteen minutes in a seedy bar much less
in a physical confrontation against her.
With a cynical twist of her lips, she dusted her hands off,
and then smoothed down the fabric of her short, black Vera
Wang dress. The perfect designer for a woman in Elle's profession.
If only Madame Wang knew. Elle had been happy to
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