For the Love of Chocolat: Lee's Girls, #2

By Sienna Mynx

Michelle Dixon is caught in a web of deceit, spun by the only people she should be able to trust: her sister, whose treachery has thrown her in the viper pit of mobster and jewel thieves, and Leith Sullivan, a notorious jewel thief and ruthless businessman.

Lee believes their dark past is the justification for their uncertain future. Michelle knows differently. Her father had taught her well. In order to survive the chase of a madman hell-bent on revenge and a lover her body craves but her heart fears, she has only one option. She must find the Golden Chalice and end the war her father started in the black market.

Her plan to break into one of the world’s most secure banks is not without risks. But for Michelle, this heist is the only key to freedom.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sienna Mynx
• Release date: May 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513036007

Sienna Mynx

Sienna Mynx, bad girl author of over thirty contemporary interracial romances, is acclaimed for her tales of torrid affairs between alpha heroes and the women born to tame them. Her stories awaken carnal desires and provoke laughter, soft sighs and gratifying tears of relief. Sienna’s novellas reflect her thirst for romance told from a steamy, passionate perspective with the diversity women of all colors crave in erotic romance. She lives in southern Georgia.

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For the Love of Chocolat (Lee's Girls, #2)

For the Love of Chocolat

For the Love of Chocolat

By | Sienna Mynx

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Epilogue

~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

The Heist

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~Also by Sienna Mynx~

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The Heist

Lees Girls Series – Volume I

For the Love of Chocolat

Volume II

Lee’s Girls Series

By

Sienna Mynx

~DEDICATION~

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For Lee’s Girls! You know who you are.

Chapter One

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I want to talk to you, he declared.

Get out, Lee.

Michelle tied her robe. Her hair hung limp and off her shoulders from her recent shower. He watched her push wet strands from her brow before she again turned from him. She spurned his touch, evaded his questions, and refused his apology. He’d had enough. It would end today. He wouldn’t stand for it.

Though she appeared tired, impatient, Lee found her exceptional in every way. Especially when she glared and he could see the determined defiance in those captivating eyes, with long lashes over liquid-brown irises. She bewitched him when she was just a girl, and her hold had never lessened.

It had been almost a week since she’d learned the truth of his betrayal. A devious plot he devised with her sister to snare her in his web had given them both more than he ever bargained for. He’d given her space, time to get over her anger and disappointment. Lee wasn’t a patient man, but he tried. However, he wouldn’t be able to do so much longer. In fact, he refused to tolerate her punishment.

Before entering her room, he’d rehearsed his speech. He’d paced outside of her door, unsure of himself. He had never felt such desperation. Lee gauged his words carefully. He wanted back into her heart and her bed. He’d been so close to having her, but now all the familiar walls were up. The fault lie with him. But the love they now shared couldn’t be laid at his feet. The past weeks they’d bonded and dealt a serious blow to the enemies who killed the man they both loved—her father. Michelle had made him love her. She couldn’t walk away from them emotionally, not now.

It’s been a week. You’ve been ignoring me, Lee said.

She crossed the floor, headed for her dresser. Inside small wooden drawers lay all her belongings, neatly folded and laundered. Thinking she’d like it, he’d even had dried lavender sprinkled at the bottom of the drawer. He wanted to make her as comfortable as possible. It’s the least he could do, considering he had her place emptied without her permission. That had surely pissed her off. Now she stayed in his fortress, in his bedroom, sharing his bed. But he’d have to start a bonfire in the room to ward off the chill he found under the covers beside her. What man could lie next to the woman he desired so deeply and not touch her? He knew not to even try, and it made him resentful. She should be happy. What he offered, the life he offered, was miles from where he’d found her. But she forced them to dwell in misery.

Plucking out a black lace bra and panty, she slammed the drawer. I haven’t been avoiding you. I just have no desire to see or speak to you, she said coolly.

Sweetness.

Michelle whirled on him, her face tight and tense with fury. Her pretty features strained against the hard lines of disapproval twitching at the corners of her mouth. Lee tried to maintain his cool. He wasn’t the man to beg. He’d hate to have to remind her of his limits.

What did you expect, Lee? You lied to me. You used my sister to top it all off. Now thanks to you, we’ve got more people out there wanting us both dead. You’re lucky I haven’t rolled over in the middle of the night and slit your throat.

Lee shrugged off the threat. At least she was speaking to him again. I did more than betray you. I got you your vengeance for Pops’ death. I saved Sasha’s life after she was foolish enough to risk it by coming into our world.

Saved her? Is this what you call it Lee? You’re the one who sent her into Rawhead’s freaky death club to risk it in the first place!

She’s alive, damn it! I’m still protecting her, and you.

Michelle shook her head, dismissing him. Lee crossed the room. He stepped into her line of vision. He didn’t want to alienate her, or worse, incur her wrath. Michelle was his match in more ways than he could accept. She would not be bullied. I expect you to stop denying your feelings for me, woman. You knew who I was and who I wasn’t the moment you said yes, sweetheart. You yourself said there was something about the first job, and what didn’t sit right with you. A lot has happened since then, a lot has happened between us.

I can’t believe you are trying to justify things! Her control over her emotions slipped.

He knew he hurt her, but the pain in her eyes said the wound ran deep. Again it gave him hope. She had feelings for him. Good or bad, he’d take any emotion over the invading distance between them.

Justify? Hell no, I’m just trying to explain.

Why? She folded her arms. Why explain anything to me? You got what you wanted, oh...wait, there is something more, isn’t it? Stealing the Jesus Stones for you from that museum wasn’t enough. Going to that island of thieves and murderers to bring down Pops’ killer with you wasn’t enough. No. You want more. You want the Chalice? That’s why you’re in here sniffing around? You want your golden goblet, don’t you?

Her father had died over the Chalice. Neither he nor Michelle had believed the thing existed but they knew differently now. Pops had uncovered an ancient artifact that governments were hunting for. He tried to start a war with The Order, an elite group of smugglers and thieves who controlled the black market. He’d failed and the Chalice had been lost to them all. Of course, she would think of the priceless artifact with scorn. The truth was, the Chalice could change both their lives. Forever. Hadn’t she considered what their alliance could bring? If he didn’t find the damn thing, their enemies would.

What I want, what I’ve wanted for the past week, is just you, Lee said. A sense of urgency drove him, and he planned to keep the flaw concealed. He feared she really might not have any use for him, or his heart, after everything he’d put her through. A normal woman would run for her life. But his Chocolat, a nickname she’d earned early in the business from her father, feared little. Courage and stubbornness were characteristics they shared in common. They both valued loyalty beyond anything else. He wouldn’t be easy on the forgiveness if she had betrayed him the way he hurt her. Still, he remained powerless to keep from expecting her to try.

It’s love, Michelle. What can I say? I want your love, he confessed.

When she didn’t step away, the urge to touch her, feel her skin again, overwhelmed him. He clenched one hand into a fist. He couldn’t push. She wasn’t a woman who would respond to threats, intimidation. She wasn’t a woman to respond to seduction or manipulation. He had to be raw with her, and vulnerability was risky in their business.

Her eyelids fell shut. Lee cupped her chin. He moistened his lips when her arms dropped and the front of her fluffy white robe parted a fraction of an inch to reveal her cleavage. I need you back in my bed, back in the life with me, you know what I mean. I want all of it—good and bad. Stop pushing me away. I won’t let you go.

Those long, dark lashes resting against her high cheekbones parted an inch. Her amber irises glistened under their shadow. Could she be shedding tears for him? Or was it simply because of him? He’d seen her weak only twice, and both times it had to do with her father. Then she spoke and he had no choice but to step away.

Sorry, Lee. Your sex pass has expired. I’m tired of you.

She walked around him. He extended his left arm to stop her. When she again tried to evade him, he reached out possessively and brought her back. Crossing her arms in front of her, she stalled his effort to embrace her. Lee held her against him. He’d fight all night for his reward.

The strength of Lee’s hold stunted her breathing. His heart had become her weakness. Lee’s chin rested on her shoulder when he spoke. His voice sounded tired, almost as soul-weary as hers.

Make up with me, he said in a broken whisper.

Michelle lowered her arms, feeling the exposure at the front of her robe. She had grown tired of the argument. Not because of his pleas. It was simply pointless. Lee would not release her from their deal. If she wanted out of this tangled mess her life had become, she needed to be smart. She needed to take her emotions off the table. From this moment on, she needed to be focused.

They parted. He