Cyber Seduction: Across A Crowded Room (IATO Series Book 3) by Eliza March, Elizabeth Marchat Page B

didn’t sit well with her.
    Mosel would enjoy the superior role, the power and the control he would have over her since she was theoretically unhinged. Keeping in character and staying out of Mosel’s bed, now that she’d delivered herself into his hands, would create a predicament for her.
    How to answer? Flirt. “I’ll just bet you could.”
    He laughed. “I see you’re feeling better. I’m relieved.”
    “By the time you get here, I’ll have put Monte Carlo as far behind me as it is.”
    According to Jason’s plans, Emily needed to discover Mosel’s DC contacts by ostensibly building a relationship with him. By seeing him, spending time with him, and staying in close proximity, they believed she would encounter many of his friends and acquaintances, just as she had back in Monte Carlo. Only Jason suspected the men he would meet with here were involved with her father’s murder.
    Mosel’s voice dropped an octave, deepening to a sexy pitch. “I’m glad to hear it. I have some wonderful plans to complete what we started on the yacht, before we were so rudely interrupted.”
    Oh, great , she thought. I’m sure you do.
    Emily had to walk a tightrope. “I–I, eh.”
    “You’re stammering. Are you blushing? I love the way your skin heats up when you blush. I can feel it in the air.”
    “Yes, yes, I am blushing. You’re miles away and you’re still seducing me.” She wanted to remain indifferent to his advances.
    “Have you never heard of telephone sex?”
    She laughed at his audacity. “Of course, but I’ve never tried it.”
    “Would you consider trying it? I could definitely use a release, and you?” He pushed her, tempting her.
    “Unless we’re heading into a phone sex conversation, we better stop.” She giggled nervously. “This conversation is almost over. Call me when you get in. Will you need a lift from the airport?”
    “No, but thank you. I have a few business associates meeting me. I’ll call as soon as I’m free.”
    If she could get agents to the airport, they might be able to transmit photos of those contacts to Harrison for Jason to disseminate.
    “Call me with your flight information. I would like to arrange my schedule, free up my time while you’re here.”
    So far, Jason hadn’t been able to detect much background information about Mosel apart from what was already known. The Middle Eastern contact he met with in Monte Carlo was the same man Emily saw with Kincaid during the ball.
    Surprisingly little detailed information existed on Mosel, other than the obvious public stuff in the agency’s portfolio and the suspected relationships he maintained with arms brokers. Personal information on Mosel was sorely lacking. They hoped the social contacts would lead to information confirming a relationship between Mosel and the DC bomber.
    “Yes, I will. I want you open and free for me when I come.” He was doing it again, using his seductive tone. The double entendre didn’t get past Emily, either. It was far more blatant, bordering on crude, but it had the intended effect.
    Her pitch responded to the arousal he drew from her. Seductively she responded, “Did I ever properly thank you for all you’ve done for me?” She let that sink in. “If not, I’d like to have the opportunity to express my appreciation while you’re here.”
    “Oh, ma chérie , I am at your disposal. Appreciate away. But I owe you my life. There is nothing to thank me for.”
    She giggled. He laughed. “I’ll see you next week. I can’t wait for your proper ‘thank you.’”
    She had a headache when she hung up. All this emotional intrigue was tying her in knots.
    An envelope she didn’t recognize dropped out of her small overnight bag as she rummaged through it, finding her bottle of aspirin. She opened the envelope, picking out a pack of pictures from inside. They were pictures of her and her time aboard Mosel’s yacht, others at his estate outside the city. A note dropped to the floor from