“Well?” he prompted. “A name.”

“Rajneet. Rajneet Kaur Hothi, but Raj to my friends.”

“Raj . . .” The heat in his gaze turned razor sharp.

“That’s right.” She swirled the whiskey in her glass then tossed it back. She was finally enjoying herself tonight, she thought, as she swallowed the smooth liquor and ran a fingertip over the corner of her mouth. “If you think my name sounds familiar, it should. I’m the one who just saved your company from a hostile takeover.”

Chapter Two
Ajay

Rajneet Kaur Hothi.

Well, shit.

Ajay watched as she shifted the empty glass from hand to hand while he connected the dots. He’d assumed that the person who helped his security team block the hostile takeover by WTA was a man.

That was his misstep.

When his brother’s new girlfriend had made the recommendation, he hadn’t cared who Raj Hothi was. He just wanted the work done. Now he wished he’d asked more questions. It wouldn’t have changed his mind about hiring her, but maybe he would’ve asked for in-person meetings.

“You’re the last person I expected to run into, Raj Hothi.”

“Why? Because I don’t seem charitable?”

“No, because I’d prepared for a boring night. Fundraisers are about shaking hands and pretending to like everyone until the dessert course is over.”

“And now?”

Her husky laugh wrapped around his dick like a vise.

He tossed his whiskey back, just as she’d done. “And now,” he said slowly, “I’m glad I came.”

“Because of me? Do you like what you see, Ajay?”

Raj had to know she looked stunning, and not because of her dress or her diamond-encrusted heels or her big, luscious hair that he wanted to wrap around his fist. It wasn’t even the deep golden brown of her skin that had Ajay itching to touch and stroke. It was her blinding confidence, and a woman that confident pressed all his buttons.

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“I do. And because I’m feeling charitable tonight, can I give you a word of advice?”

Ajay mimicked her stance and leaned against the railing. “Please.”

“Never attend an event, business or pleasure, unless you’re aware of all the major players in the room. You’ll put yourself at a serious disadvantage.”

“And you’re one of those major players?”

“I’m one of the more dangerous ones you have to worry about.”

Ajay moved closer to her. God, she smelled delicious. Like cardamom rusk: tough and sweet with a hint of spice. He wondered if she also melted in heat. “Why is that?”

“Information.”

“You have it, or you use it?”

“A little of both. My staffing company specializes in security services.”

“Yes, that’s right. RKH Collective. We’re still using your services to clean up the mess that WTA left. My chief of security, Sri, only sings your praises.”