Maya Blake - The Sinful Art of Revenge

‘No, I don’t. What’s your interest anyway? I thought you were retired?’

She shrugged. ‘Semi-retired from art retrieval. I broker from time to time, and I may have a buyer who’s interested in acquiring the whole collection.’

‘An anonymous one who prefers to hide in the shadows, no doubt?’

‘Naturally,’ she responded drolly.

‘Use the right channels, and my people will happily supply you with the owner’s details.’ He picked up the crate and headed towards the exit.

Reiko hurried to catch up. She reached the car just as Damion stowed the crate in the boot, next to her suitcase.

Slamming the boot, he turned to her. ‘Have you ever given any thought to going straight? Giving up the sordid underworld in favour of using your talents legitimately?’

‘Straight is boring. I like what I do.’

‘Serial killers like what they do, too, but they eventually get caught.’

Unexpected laughter bubbled up from her chest and spilled out into the mid-morning sunshine. ‘You did not just compare me to a serial killer! I thought you French were supposed to be charming?’

The barest hint of a mocking smile lightened his face and his gaze dropped to her feet. ‘If the Ferragamos fit …’

Confronted with the less haughty features she’d once been captivated by, Reiko stared. Just then a light wind whipped between them. She felt it tug her fringe away from her face, threatening to expose her scar. Hurriedly she smoothed her hair down and tucked it behind her ear.

But not before she caught Damion’s frown. A dart of anxiety stabbed her. What would he think if he saw her scars? Would he be disgusted and pitying? Or would he strive for false indifference as some did when she inadvertently exposed them, as she almost had last night?

The thought made a silent scream rip through her. His lips parted and she knew he was going to ask what she was hiding. The urge to curtail the question made her reach out. With her free hand she gripped his biceps. His gaze stayed on her hair for several seconds, then dropped to her hand on his arm.

Despite the sensation crawling over her skin, Reiko kept the smile on her face. ‘We have a plane to catch, I believe?’

Grey eyes snapped back to hers. Their gleam told her he knew what she was doing. Thankfully, he didn’t push.

The worst of the rush-hour traffic was clearing by the time they rejoined the motorway. Damion handled the sleek sports car with the ease and efficiency of an expert. Slowly Reiko became less tense as the miles flew by.

The signs for Biggin Hill’s private airport flashed past before she decided to break the silence.

‘So, is it true your exhibition is centred around the Ingénue collection?’

‘Yes. What else did you hear?’

She shrugged. ‘That you’re holding the exhibition on February fourteenth.’

‘Oui, c’est vrais.’

‘Is that like you flipping two fingers at St Valentine?’

He frowned. ‘Why would you think that?’

Her choked laughter scraped her throat. ‘What else could it be? Surely you don’t expect me to think the day holds special meaning for you?’

‘Why not?’

‘Because you’re “about as loveable as an arsenic-coated spike”.’ When he shot her a furious look, she held up her hand. ‘Don’t glare at me. I’m just quoting one of your loved-up girlfriends. Or should I say loved- out ? She wasn’t too happy with being an ex-girlfriend, if I recall the article correctly.’

‘Don’t believe everything you read in your gutter press.’

‘Touché . But seriously? Valentine’s Day?

His shrug drew her attention to his powerful physique. ‘It was the most convenient date and suited all parties. If it adds a little je ne sais quoi to the occasion, all the better.’

‘Ah … ever the ruthless entrepreneur.’ Deep bitterness spiked her heart.

He swung into a hangar marked ‘Private’ and brought the powerful sports car to a stop at the steps of a large white, gold-trimmed aircraft.

Two men approached, one going directly to unpack the boot. The pilot stood at the bottom of the short flight of stairs, ready to usher them in.

Damion swung his door open, but before he stepped out, he turned to her. ‘Don’t get me wrong, Reiko. I believe in everything February the fourteenth stands for. I just haven’t found a woman who shares the same belief with no strings attached.’ His gaze dropped to her lips briefly before rising to pin her. ‘If and when I do, I will pursue her with the same relentless determination I pursue every other pleasure in my life. And I will let nothing stand in my way until she’s mine.’

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