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Roger grinned, and his manner was lighthearted, but from his color, and the way he clenched his hands into fists in his pockets, Sakura guessed the murder got to him. A computer nerd would not face this kind of danger, and she knew firsthand how it could get to be too much, even with experience. That’s why she humanized the pickup crew talking about their home life, her way of dealing with what she’d just done.
Sakura turned to face him and pulled his hand from his pocket. She slipped her fingers through his and pressed close. “Hey.”
Energy seemed to vibrate from the man, and she was struck again how cute he was for a desk jockey.
“Let’s forget work for a while and have some fun.”
His eyebrows rose. “I thought that’s what we were doing all this time.”
She laughed. “That was daytime fun. Let’s go dancing. I haven’t shaken my thing in a while.”
“Your thing?”
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bsp; “Yes, my thing. Are you up for it, or do I need to find another date?”
“Oh I’m up, very up.”
Sakura rolled her eyes, and they took the long walk back to where he had parked the car. She returned to her room long enough to shower and change into something sexy, and then she and Roger hit Miami hard. Collins Avenue provided them with a nightclub that made Sakura feel like they were in Las Vegas rather than Miami. Flashing colored lights, multi-colored couches, and crazy entertainment amid loud, vibrating music. While Sakura danced to the beat, Roger tapped her on the shoulder, and she glanced over to him. He pointed with his chin to the six-foot-four blond man on the upper level, surrounded by a few too attentive men and a couple of half-naked beauties. Sakura’s eyes widened.
“Is that—?”
“Yeah,” Roger yelled above the noise. “They get celebrities in here all the time.”
“Nice.” She grinned and considered going up to meet the delicious specimen of manhood, but thought better of it. He looked like he’d come out to have some fun like the rest of them, and he didn’t need some fan girl hanging onto him. While she raised her glass to sip her drink, the man caught her gaze, and the most perfect lips formed a smile. He raised his own glass in a silent toast, and Sakura’s heartbeat went erratic. Damn, Miami’s all right!
She and Roger danced most of the night away, but when she’d removed her heels and her feet still hurt, she decided to call it a night. They pushed their way through the thinning but still thick crowd and worked to get to the exit. Just when Sakura reached the door, a man pressed a napkin into her hand. She blinked at him and looked down at it. A number was scrawled in sloppy script in the center along with a name.
“He says give him a call,” the man said, and Sakura lost her breath. She nodded, and the man faded back into the crowd. Yeah, like she was going to make a big time celebrity her lover. Sure, it would be hot as hell, but it was also the fastest way to get her face in the media, a sure method to kill the false identity deal. The experience might make a good story to share with her sisters though. Then she remembered she’d been cut off from her sisters, maybe forever. She sighed and left the nightclub to return to her hotel.
“You really know how to have fun,” Roger said outside her room. He stumbled against her, but she brought her hands up to keep him from sending them both to the floor.
“You’ve had too much to drink, sir.”
“I’d like to have a different drink.”
She wrinkled her nose, laughing. “Wow, you get cornier when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.” He proved he was by swaying, and she pushed him against the door to hold him up. He sighed, staring into her eyes. “I’ve never made love to a black woman before.”
“And you’re under the assumption you will tonight?”
“I am always hopeful.”
She let her gaze travel his form, from head to toe. “You’re not too bad to look at,” she teased and ran a finger over his chest to his abs. She wasn’t surprised to find the latter nice and firm.
“I’ve got a lot more you haven’t seen.”
“Oh really?” She leaned in even closer, and their mouths needed just a nudge to touch. He played the game with her, not closing the space, allowing them both to be tantalized but not yet giving in. “What are we talking?”
Roger smirked. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
“You’re a very dirty man, Roger Port.”
“Get dirty with me, Sakura Keith.”
She made a purring sound, considering it. The next instant, she found herself on the other side of the hall, having bumped her head against it, and Adam with his back to her and hand wrapped around Roger’s neck, raising him up off his feet.
