I've known for months that Isabelle was hiding something in her beautiful chocolate eyes. I just had no clue it was something so mammoth.

Over the past five years, I've become accustomed to the vicious ploys women undertake for my attention. The spilled drinks, the damsel in distress. Hell, I've even been propositioned with money from wealthy business associates in my industry just for the chance to occupy my bed for the night. However, Isabelle was by far the most elaborate ruse I've ever come across.

The woman who invades my every waking thought is an undercover FBI Agent. A stringent ruse to pry me of privy information no one outside of my inner circle has access to. I'll give it to her, she performed well. She played me like a f*cking fiddle. Only now, after being arrested by Isabelle, do I realize all my assumptions about her have been terribly inaccurate. I don't know her at all. She's practically a stranger.

Or she will soon become one.

?*This is book 2 in the Enigma Series *