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Khalid had already left. She had been disappointed that he wasn't there when she came back from her shower. Disappointed that the adventure in the kitchen had come to an end so soon.
Her lips quirked in a smile as she drove from Zach's home and headed to the heart of downtown Alexandria.
Kissing Khalid was more than an adventure, she thought. It had been a headlong flight into such the sensual core of pleasure that she would never have been able to pull herself free if he hadn't released her.
She licked her lips and remembered the feel of his. At first gentle, exploring and relishing, before becoming hungry, before consuming her with sensations she hadn't expected.
Damn. She wasn't going to survive the hunger raging through her. At this rate, she would burn to a crisp.
Making the turn into the downtown area, Marty directed the car to the restaurant and nightclub that she and several friends had agreed on for a nice little girls' night out.
Alyssa Stanhope had been a friend since childhood. She had always envied the other woman for her naturally streaked, blond hair, and soft, light blue eyes. For years, Marty had thought that Alyssa's life must be perfect, because of her tall, statuesque good looks. The truth was quite the opposite. Her father was a long-standing member of the U. S. Senate and an acquaintance of the Mathewses that they never socialized with because of Senator Stanhope's often cruel approach to his daughter.
Courtney Sinclair was Spanish, beautiful, and the wife of the owner of the exclusive, secr
etive establishment known merely as "the club. " An establishment Marty had tried to investigate once. Her father had put a stop to that faster than she could blink.
She grinned at that thought. Her father and godfather, both of whom she had called Father, or Dad, on any given occasion, were members of that club. Men who shared their lovers or their wives. Men gathered together to protect themselves, their families, and their own reputations. It was an interesting concept, she had to admit. From what little she had learned over the years, the concept was one that had kept many high-standing social, as well as political, members out of the hot seat when it came to their personal and even their business lives.
Alyssa and Courtney had an odd relationship. They argued like enemies but seemed to stick together like sisters. As different as night from day, the two women had still managed to find common ground.
While making her way from the parking lot to the restaurant, Marty glimpsed Khalid's limo from the corner of her eye. His driver and bodyguard, Abdul, threw his hand up as he cast her a huge grin.
As she moved toward him, she smiled cheekily, knowing he would have something to say about the short skirt, snug top, and high heels she wore. Not to mention the makeup.
And she was right. He was now scowling as she walked toward him, his dark brown gaze filled with amusement and chastisement.
"So much beauty should never be displayed so indiscriminately," he sighed, as she approached him. "It should be saved for the husband who would better appreciate it. "
"Give it a rest, Abbie. " She laughed, as he flushed from the nickname. "How are you doing?"
She accepted a gentle kiss on her cheek before moving back.
"I am doing well, very well," he stated, with a sharp nod of his head. "The master, he is rather pissed with the world. " He grinned back at her mockingly. "Have you been following him again?"
"Oh, so it's my fault he's in a bad mood?" She gave a light laugh. At least she wasn't the only one affected by the afternoon's adventure. "Trust me, Abdul, Khalid and a bad mood go hand in hand. "
Abdul gave a heavy sigh, now staring at her with sad eyes, his weathered face creased into lines of concern. "I worry for him. "
"Well, don't. " She patted his shoulder as she moved by him. "Trust me, Khalid takes care of himself very well. We both know that one by now. "
He took care of himself so well that he was one of her father's deepest undercover agents. Khalid managed to get information no one else could access, and infiltrated groups that no other agent could hope to slip into alive.
Striding along the cement walk to the entrance of the nightclub and restaurant, Marty threw an appreciative smile at the large doorman as he opened the door for her with a flourish.
Entering the building, she took the left hall and moved along the rounded wall quickly to the hostess's station and the smiling blonde standing in attendance.
"Ms. Mathews, it's so good to see you back. " The hostess gave her a wide, toothy smile. "If you'll come with me, your party is waiting. "
Her party wasn't waiting where they had promised they would be, in the restaurant itself. They were sitting instead inside a private balcony that looked out over the dance floor of the nightclub.
Courtney was staring over the balcony rail with a frown, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulder and the dark wood and brass rail, while Alyssa sat along the side of the wall, watching the other woman, also with a frown.
Alyssa tended to sit in corners, to hide, whenever she was in public. There were too many wagging tongues that were too eager to run to her father with the news of where she was and who she was with. And often, they were complete lies.
"Is she drunk yet?" Marty asked the other woman, as Courtney tried to find an angle that would allow her to see better. Though what she was trying to see, Marty couldn't decide.
"Not yet. " Alyssa sighed, a small attempt at a smile tugging at her lips as she picked up her drink and took a long sip. "Give her time, though. She's pissed at Ian. "
