Twelve
Marcus
I was still irritated an hour and a half later after having driven Evelyn back from her flat and carried her bags of clothes and books and God-knew-what-else that she’d deemed “absolutely vital” up to mine.
I still had no idea how the f**k she had made me give in in the end, but I suspected it had something to do with how she had batted her eyelashes and gently touched my arm.
Yeah, she was a honey trap, all right. I’d seen countless men fall for women with an agenda before, but being part of the experience was entirely new to me. The women who wanted something from me bad enough to pretend like they weren’t scared of me had never been able to lure me like Evelyn.
It had to be that underlying attraction between us I’d been unable to ignore since the first time I saw her.
