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Dean Voight was an undercover agent with a singular focus—bring down dangerous criminals. Trained to blend in, gather intel, and dismantle the most ruthless gangs from the inside, Dean’s latest mission had him face-to-face with one of the deadliest leaders in the underworld—Thalia.

Thalia wasn’t just a gang leader; she was a woman who exuded power, control, and a dangerous allure that made even the most hardened criminals bend to her will. Tasked with infiltrating her operation, Dean quickly found himself drawn into a high-stakes game of manipulation and deception, one that pushed him to the edge of his morals.

Every move Dean made was carefully calculated, but Thalia’s unpredictable nature forced him to question everything he knew about himself. As the lines between his mission and his emotions blurred, Dean began to wonder: Was he still the man who followed orders, or was he becoming something else entirely?

In the midst of this chaos, Dean’s growing connection to Thalia may be his undoing. Dangerous Seduction is the story of how one agent’s battle for control over his mission and heart will lead him into a world where trust is a luxury, and loyalty is a game.

Dangerous Seduction

Before he could respond, Thalia moved back, her expression becoming darker. "You have work to do, Ross. Don't ever forget that."

And then she was gone, leaving him alone once again. But even as the door shut behind her, the afterglow of her presence was still in the room. The mission was no longer the only thing on his mind.

The door thudded close, but the energy from Thalia still hung in the air, like a storm that had passed. Dean blew out a breath, shoving his dripping hair back from his face. His heart was still pounding from the way she had looked at him like she was in control of all of it, like she knew she was doing this to him.

Dean tied on a set of black sweatpants and shirt before he was leaving his bedroom. The hall was dark, the muffled voices of sound emanating somewhere deeper in the mansion. Something wasn't right, his gut told him so.

He strolled along the corridor, greeting some of the gang members who barely acknowledged his arrival. Thalia was always at the center of it all, always making sure that things went her way. Tonight? Nowhere to be seen.

Dean spotted Garrett leaning on the bar in the lounge, a half-pint to hand.

"Where's Thalia?" Dean inquired nonchalantly, attempting not to seem interested.

Garrett chuckled, waving his glass in his direction. "Miss her already?"

Dean snorted. "She ran out of my room like she had an appointment. Asking if I had anything I'd missed."

Garrett regarded him for a moment, then shrugged. "She does that sometimes. Disappears when she wants to. Nobody inquires."

That didn't sit well with Dean. He had been around long enough to know that Thalia never left anything to chance. She was in charge of everything and everyone that moved in her circle. So why was she now disappeared in the dead of night without a word?

Dean leaned against the bar, his voice barely above a whisper. "So you have no idea where she went?"

Garrett smiled again. "Nah. But if you're so curious, you can go ask her yourself when she returns."

Dean nodded, biting his tongue. Something wasn't right.

Thalia had just suddenly gotten up and left without saying anything, and if there was one thing he'd learned about Thalia, it was that she never did anything for nothing.

And now, for the first time, Dean wasn't certain that he was the one who was watching her. or if she'd simply managed to slip away from him completely.

Where Did She Go?