Spy Girl (Spy Girl #1)

I lean toward him, my towel purposely slipping a little in the front. “Lorenzo, if all I wanted to do was screw you, I would have already.”


“You were straddling me in the mermaid bath,” he counters. “And you said you care about me in front of my mother.”

“I’m not saying I’m not attracted to you, but when you drop all the prince shit and be yourself, I really like you. You’re funny. Smart. Interesting to talk to. I enjoy your company.”

For this I get a grin. “I enjoy your company, too. I’ve had a lovely day and am looking forward to a wonderful evening.” He glances at his phone. “I’m supposed to be there in ten minutes.”

“Then, I’ll have to join you later. I’m afraid it’ll take longer than that for me to get ready. Hair and makeup isn’t due for another twenty minutes.”

“I took the liberty of acquiring the dress from the fashion show for you to wear to the Queen’s Ball.”

“So I’d sleep with you?”

He grins and pulls me closer. “Huntley, if all I wanted to do was screw you, I would have already.”

I swallow hard as my body heats up again. He says it like a threat as he holds a robe out for me. I slide off the wet bottoms, gently rub the plush towel across my skin to dry it, and then drop it to the floor—allowing him a full shot of me naked—before slipping into the robe.

As he grabs the belt and securely cinches it around my waist, he sighs heavily, acting as if the belt is the only thing keeping us apart.

He strips out of his euro-Speedo, eyes me—he’s got a nice semi going on—and wraps a towel around his waist, shielding it from my view.

And I know without a doubt I’m going to have to sleep with him soon.





X X X





He goes to his meeting while I get ready. Along with my dress for tonight, there is a box adorned with an elaborately embroidered silk. Inside is a credit card to allow me entry—and probably to prevent people from crashing—along with a scroll declaring the party details. It’s quite luxe, and I’ve never seen an invitation like it.

After my hair and makeup is complete, I dress and then go into the billiards room and play darts to pass the time.

“Remind me to never play with you,” Lorenzo says, entering the room and eyeing my score, which consists of five bullseyes and one just outside ring. “You’re a ringer.”

“No, I never lie about my dart throwing abilities,” I tease.

“You look gorgeous. That is quite the dress.”

“You don’t think it’s too scandalous?”

“I love a good scandal,” he says, pulling me into his arms and kissing my neck.





The party is ridiculous. The yacht is worth at least three hundred million dollars and is decked out in more of the embroidered silk from the invitations. The guests are all A-list, with royalty, celebrities, drivers, and more beautiful people and designer clothing than I have ever seen in one place. The security is tight, and I find myself relaxing and just enjoying the atmosphere and my date, who holds my hand and adorably introduces me to everyone he knows.

I haven’t seen Ari since we arrived, but he did send me a text earlier. It was just a heart, meaning that Gallagher is one of the good guys.

I’m returning from a quick trip to the ladies room when I run smack dab into the British spy. The hallway is narrow, and he makes it feel tighter by placing his hand above the wall near my shoulder and leaning toward me.

“I saw you on the Royal Yacht in your bikini today. The French Barbie twins on the neighboring boat were jealous.”

“Because I was alone with the Prince?”

“Mostly because of how you looked in your bikini.”

I give pause. Is my idol flirting with me?

Well, I can flirt back. “How old are you?”

He leans closer. “Old enough to know better. I shouldn’t be sending gifts to someone so young, but I couldn’t resist.”

“It was nice of you.” I bat my eyelashes at him, causing him to swallow hard.

As in I just made the great Intrepid react, sexually. My instructor in hand-to-hand combat told me being a girl was one of my greatest weapons, because I would be underestimated by my adversaries.

“I have to be honest with you,” he says. “I bought it because—”

“You want me to introduce you to the twins?”

“Will they be at your party?”

“No.”

“I’d still like to come.”

“Why?”

He leans closer again. “Isn’t it obvious?”

I slide under his arm and back away. “Actually, it’s not.”

“Fine. I’d like to meet the Prince.”

“So go talk to him now.”

He sighs like he’s about to tell me a big secret. Like I wore him down, but I know better. One of his documented abilities was recruitment—his ability to get normal citizens to help him in the name of The Crown. I also read that his bullshit meter is high—that he can spot a lie from a mile away. I’m going to have to be totally on my game whenever he’s around.