One of the wait staff approached Jase. After speaking with the employee, the GM excused himself and hurried off. Alexandra slipped back into the booth. Pressing the cocktail glass to her lip, she took a hearty sip. And another. Anxiety pressed in onher.
“What did he want?” Crockettasked.
“An anonymous member paid my five thousand dollardebt.”
Crockett’s upper lip twisted in a snarl. “I don’t need three guesses to know who did that. That horny old man will want something inreturn.”
A sudden chill from within made her shiver.Yes, hewill.
18
Hello, Detective
Crockett eyedthe policeofficer’s uniform hanging on a hook in the “Frisk Me” suite. “Good thing I’m an undercoverdetective.”
She sashayed close. “Not into thecostume?”
He cupped her chin, kissed her soft lips. “If you need it, I’ll wearit.”
“I needyou.”
Time to indulge his woman in the ultimate escape. “You’ll have to work for it, baby.” He shot her a coolsmile.
A soft moan escaped her lips. “Don’t I get a phonecall?”
“No, you don’t. You’re inmyinterrogation room and you’ll do as Isay.”
“Mmm, yes, sir,” shepurred.
Compared to the other suites with their cozy beds, fluffed pillows and quality linens, this room was bare-bones. Half the room was set up for a police interrogation. A metal table was secured to the floor with steel supports surrounded by four aluminum chairs. A lone bulb in a metal shade dangled from the ceiling over the center of the table. The other half of the room resembled a jail cell with a full size cot, on a metal frame, stark white linens, and two plainpillows.
“Sit.” He spun a chairaround.
As soon as she did, he swung another chair around, straddled the hard seat and easeddown.
Her gaze swept over his face and down his chest. “Why’d you bring me here, officer?” she asked, batting herlashes.
“It’sDetective. And I ask the questions.” He leaned close. Her eyes turned black with passion. “You were seen leaving the jewelry store at the time of the robbery, Ms.Electra.”
“Yeah, so? That doesn’t meananything.”
He interrogated her about the missing bag of loose diamonds. As the story unfolded, she came alive. Her voice dropped. Her erect nipples pressed against the low-cut sweater. She sat tall, crossed her legs. The mini skirt rode up her beautiful thighs and he resisted the urge to stroke her silkyskin.
Every subtle action—the way she ran her tongue over her lower lip, a lingering glance, her sharp intake of breath—churned his growingneed.
“If you’ve hidden the diamonds, I’ll find them. I need to perform a cavity search.” Her breath caught and her deep, throaty groan made his balls tighten. “Remove yourboots.”
She slowly unzipped one and removed it, held it upside down and shook it. “No jewels hidden here.” She repeated the action for the other boot. “Satisfied?” She smirked athim.
“Hardly.” Unable to resist, he stroked her beautiful thigh. Up and down. Twice. Then he pushed out of the chair and kicked it aside. “Stand up. You probably stored the diamonds in yourbra.”
With a gleam in her eyes, sherose.
He stepped close and grazed her nipples with the back of his hand. Her gritty groan sent desire pounding through him. With care not to disrupt her mask or her wig, he helped her remove the cashmeretop.
She arched toward him, letting her head fall back, revealing her swan-like neck. Despite her body language, her jagged breath, and how her sultry gaze stayed locked on his, he’d make her wait. He’d continue the fantasy to a frenzying state so that when he finally took her, she would shatter beneathhim.
“Take off your bra.” His gaze stayed locked on hers until she dangled the frilly undergarment. “No diamonds here,either.”
