Her silver, slightly curly hair framed her face in soft waves. She wore a fitted dark-green dress that hugged her figure from the high neckline down to mid-thigh. The fabric clung to the full curve of her breasts and the narrow line of her waist before flaring just enough over her hips. The sleeves were short, leaving her arms bare, and a thin silver necklace rested against her collarbone. She looked sharp, expensive, and quietly dangerous.
"Anotta."
"Evan." Her eyes flicked past me into the apartment for half a second before returning to my face. "Have you found anything about who's investigating you?"
I shook my head. "No. And I still don't understand why anyone would bother. I'm just an ordinary guy. Evan Marlowe. Nothing special."
Ah fuck. She definitely noticed what I was doing just a second ago. But she was keeping quiet.
She hummed, unconvinced. "Ordinary people don't usually attract this kind of attention."
