"Don't be angry," Harrison turned Gina around, his gaze lingering on her voluptuous curves as a smirk played on his lips.
"I'll make sure to teach Sinclair a proper lesson for you."
Gina's eyes lit up at his words.
"Really?"
"Of course," Harrison's hands slid down her waist, his voice dripping with suggestive amusement.
"After all these years, when have I ever lied to you?"
His eyes burned with undisguised desire as he studied her.
"Though naturally, that depends on whether you can... keep me happy."
Gina knew Sinclair wasn't someone to be trifled with—Harrison's motives for targeting him certainly weren't purely for her sake.
But it didn't matter.
As long as that arrogant bastard got what was coming to him, she didn't care about the details.
And as for what Harrison meant by "happy," she understood perfectly.
Without hesitation, Gina wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her crimson lips to his.
