Jasmine was only wearing a lace thong, but Starling, knowing the woman was as treacherous as she was beautiful, was unaffected by her nakedness. "I can see why Kash Meswari was taken in by you." He turned his back to her and scooped eggs from a silver platter onto a plate, then poured himself another cup of coffee.

Whore
Slut.
Bitch.

"I'm certainly glad I've won your approval," she answered sarcastically. Bastard.

The enmity in the air was thick and heavy. "Jasmine, I hope you realize you've overstayed your welcome in the Meswari family."

"What's that supposed to mean?" The beautiful MI6 agent threw on a Japanese silk robe and glared at him.

"The Crown Prince knows you got his brother addicted to hard core drugs and Kash Meswari no longer wants to marry you. It's clear that you don't have the discipline and technical expertise to manage this assignment without me."

Cool as a cucumber, she flashed him a coy smile. "Wait a few hours and you'll have all the evidence you need."

What does this traitor have up her sleeve?

His mind snapped back to the horrible night he'd interrupted her seducing his partner. A few days later, the man he'd trusted as a brother had taken his own life. Jasmine had assumed his top tier position within a few weeks. That's when he'd come to hate her with the same fury he reserved for his ex-wife.

Jasmine strolled over to a white leather sectional sofa and sat down. It didn't surprise Starling she'd managed to be assigned the most lavish accommodations in the Rosewood hotel. Probably from blackmailing the manager. Frowning, he continued reading their joint briefing in the secure apartments that were reserved for undercover agents. He flipped through the file. "It doesn't make any sense, Sam Johnson's movements have been methodically illogical."

Jasmine munched on a piece of toast, crumbs cascading onto her exposed breasts. "He's a cunning old fox. My guess is he figured out the Queen sanctioned his assassination so he convinced Kash to accompany him. He needed a Teflon human shield."

"Possibly. Or maybe he's dying and afraid to be alone."

"Then he'll be an easier target to take out. He's booked a flight for himself and Kash to Greece. I'll search his apartment, then follow them and bring Kash home."

"Why would you follow them all the way to Greece?" You can do the job right here in London."

She flipped her hair over shoulder. "I want to take out his contact in Greece. And whoever else knows about Diana's whereabouts. Besides I need a vacation."

"No. We need a vacation. I'm coming with you."

Seeing her open robe had no effect on him, she brushed away the crumbs and tied it shut. She eyed him critically. "All right. But if you're coming, you need to get some tourist appropriate clothing." Johnson's not the only one who's going to disappear in Greece. She hid her triumphant smile. Agent John Starling was the only thing standing between her and the most important position in MI6. Within a month, she would be the Queen's new top assassin.