Lex Vs. Lisa Ann -evil Angel- Access

“Then what happens now, Lex?” she breathed. “You gonna hit me? Tie me up? Deliver me to the feds like some white knight?”

“Lisa,” he said, his voice almost gentle. “You were an evil angel long before I got here. I’m just the guy who finally clipped your wings.”

“My job,” Lex said, pushing off the window, “is whatever the hell I decide it is tonight.” Lex Vs. Lisa Ann -Evil Angel-

He looked down at her. For a moment, the air thickened. It wasn't desire. It was recognition. Two apex predators, finally circling the same carcass.

“Clipped my wings,” she whispered to the empty room. “Darling. I was never the angel. I was the fall.” “Then what happens now, Lex

“You’re a hypocrite,” she said, standing. She was shorter than him, but the room’s gravity shifted. “You break bones for a living. You’ve put men in the hospital for late payments. But you draw the line at a few scared girls on a boat?”

She walked toward him, slow, deliberate. The silk of her dress whispered against her thighs. She stopped inches away, close enough that he could smell her perfume—jasmine and something metallic, like ozone before a lightning strike. Deliver me to the feds like some white knight

Lisa Ann smiled. It was a beautiful, terrible thing. “I funded a logistics company. What my clients do with my capital is their business. Your job was to protect my investment, not play crusader.”

“No,” he said softly. “That’s what you’d do. That’s the easy way.”

She pulled a second phone from her dress—a burner, untraceable—and dialed a number she’d memorized years ago.