Dante seemed like the perfect first target. Married, but his wife and kids were out of the country for some extended trip. He had that dangerous, controlled energy I liked. If I could crack him, the others would follow.

I spent extra time getting ready — a tight tank top that showed off my cleavage and short shorts that barely covered my ass. Nothing too obvious, but enough to make them look.

I found the men in the living room, drinking coffee and talking business. Cyril was in his study on a call, so it was just the four of them.

“Morning, sirs,” I said sweetly, walking in with a...