"Layla."

She looked at him, her gaze locking onto his. So close. What's that perfume? Kevin took in a deep breath and stared at her lips, a glossy, shimmering red, impossibly full.

Layla shifted uncomfortably as the flight attendants announced their imminent arrival in Athens. Kevin kept staring and moved even closer.

"What…what are you doing?" She sounded breathless.

"I'm going to leave the 'when' up to you," he whispered, "but it's going to happen sooner or later. As we discussed, you aren't required to have sex with anyone on this job, but you will have to be a convincing girlfriend. Girlfriends and boyfriends kiss, hold hands, make out, touch, fight. Kiss," he repeated, keeping his gaze on her lips.

Layla parted her lips and licked them in nervousness. The sight of her tongue on her lips shot through him like electricity. "I understand that, Kevin. I think I can manage to kiss you for a hundred grand."

"When we kiss in front of Ardros, it can't look like a first kiss—we're supposed to be lovers. Very ardent lovers. The man is observant. He'll spot a fake a mile away—he's in the business of spotting fakes."

"Your point?" Her mouth quivered as she looked at his. Inches away.