‘I like to think that as a fellow British Assassin, Jacob’s teasing and low-key flirting would be a usual part of life, so THAT night after I’d been defeated in the fight club didn’t seem that different. While being patched up, lounging on the sofa, I’d not notice his wandering hands, the touches gradually getting closer, until I opened my eyes as the lightest kiss over my lips. He’d been towering over me, the kisses then beginning to grow heated before the roughest night imaginable.’