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links. It was a well-known fact that he’d been the president of an outlaw motorcycle club, a fact the media loved to play up. But he’d never had any charges brought against him, nor did he ever answer questions on the subject.
    Yet even without those rumors, he was rather frightening. Tall, clearly muscular, and exuding such a sense of cold, powerful, tightly leashed anger, he was like a coiled spring. Or a loaded gun ready to go off at the slightest touch. So yes, maybe she was afraid of him. And, for some reason, also fascinated by him.
    “No,” Honor said. “I’m not afraid of you.” She’d learned a thing or two when it came to dealing with powerful men, the kind of men rife in the world of high finance. One was to never admit to fear.
    Gabriel’s dark eyes didn’t leave her face. “You’re in a strange car with a strange man going fuck knows where and you’re not afraid?”
    Was he trying to intimidate her? Put her off? He was out of luck in that case. Because the second lesson she’d learned was to never back down.
    “No,” she repeated. “Should I be?”
    *   *   *
    She was lying. He could see it in her stillness. In the flicker of her blue eyes as they regarded him from underneath straight, glossy, black bangs.
    Her face was pointed with a sweet little bow of a mouth, long thick eyelashes, and a straight nose. Her fine-grained skin pale and soft.
    She looked high-class. Sophisticated in a fancy coat and shoes with distinctive red soles. He knew shoes like that—he’d bought numerous pairs for lovers before.
    Expensive. Just like her. She had that perfectly presented, smooth look to her that only the priciest kind of woman had.
    The kind of woman that a man with a past like his wasn’t ever supposed to touch.
    “Yeah, you should be afraid,” Gabriel said. And he meant it. He was hard. Ruthless. Had done some bad stuff to get where he was today and regretted none of it. The only rule he had—and one he never broke—was to never harm a woman. In fact, when he’d been president of the Angels, he’d become the go-to guy for women having trouble with their boyfriend, or husband, or who’d been menaced by some stranger. Go to Church, they said. He’ll sort it out.
    And he had. He’d taken pleasure from it. And if some guys had gotten hurt it was their own fault. Of course, a psychiatrist would have had a field day with that. Would have said he saw his father in each abuser.
    The psychiatrist would have been right.
    Then again, a little fear never hurt. It was healthy. Guaranteed respect. And sent her fair warning not to screw with him.
    Honor raised an eyebrow—a mannerism that was startlingly reminiscent of Alex. “And why is that?”
    “Because I’m not a nice man, sweetheart.”
    “Sweetheart? Oh, please.”
    He almost smiled at the look on her face. “Honor, then.”
    “That would be preferable.”
    “Good to see you, Honor.” He didn’t offer his hand again. He could still feel the warmth of her palm against his from their previous touch. A subtle heat that rested on his skin like a ray of sun. Dangerous. But useful.
    Sure, he’d never hurt a woman but he had no problem with using her if it was necessary.
    “Nice to see you again, too,” Honor replied with stiff courtesy. She didn’t say his name and he suspected that was deliberate.
    Again he had to resist the urge to smile. Had she felt this electricity between them, too? And was she discomforted by it?
    He watched her shift around on the seat, her knuckles white where they clutched the handle of her black leather briefcase. Oh yeah, she was.
    “So where are we going if we’re not going to the pub? Or do you have a lair you’re dragging me off to?” she asked, again with the raised eyebrow and a certain dry humor. Nervous and trying not to show it, he guessed. Easy enough to tell by the way she was clutching that briefcase.
    “I have a private club I’m a member of,” he replied. “I thought we’d go there to