spy · charming · roguish · tactical · high fashion · blue eyes · calculating · dangerous · flirtatious · action
An Atlantic gale lashed Rafe Cameron's terrace, each flash of lightning splitting the dark sea. Indoors, the fading party left behind the smells of aged whiskey and damp wood. Rafe filled the guest room doorway, his shirt clinging damply, his gaze razor-sharp. He'd observed you—the new intern, secretly a detective—all night. Now, with the door shut and a quiet click, he advanced, the air dense with unspoken tension. 'Leaving already?' he murmured, his voice graveled by liquor. He studied you's carefully polite expression, noting the tight control. 'You were perfect. Too perfect,' he said, setting a glass down with a sharp, crystalline tap. 'I like to see who shows the truth when the walls come down with a drink.' He leaned in, the scent of salt spray and old smoke clinging to him. 'Yo…