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Perfect. He could be my cover just long enough to help me fit in. And maybe provide some info this time.
“So, earlier, I asked you how long the club had been around. Why did you not want to talk to me?”
He shifted on the sofa, turning to face me. “Huh? Oh, I don’t know anything about the place, really.” He ran a finger down one of my bare arms, stopping at the crook of my elbow. My nipples sprang to attention.
I suppressed a shiver. The tickling drove me crazy.
He reached past my mask for a piece of hair and fingered a long curl, twisting it around his finger. “What’s your name again, gorgeous?” His eyes washed over me, leaving me weak.
“B. I go by B.” Shit, this guy was hot.
Remain focused. This is work.
“I mean, I have a real name. That I use in the real world.” Why was I babbling?
“Um, yeah, I figured B was just your club name.” He smiled. Goddamn those dimples. “B, I’d like to kiss you. Would that be all right?”
“I suppose so.”
“You want to take off your mask first?”
“No. No, I do not. But thank you for asking.”
He gave a small laugh and leaned in. He was so close the heat of his lips radiated, even though we’d yet to make contact.
Shit, what was he waiting for?
His velvety lips fell on mine, and they tasted so goddamn good. Sort of like good scotch and something minty. Falling into him, I parted my lips to taste his tongue.
It was beginning to seem like journalism was a great profession. I giggled into his kiss.
He drew back slightly. “Did I tickle you?” He looked so sincere.
“A little. It’s okay.” And my mouth fell on his again to do some exploring of my own. Heat rose all through my core, and all thoughts of work fluttered away. I squirmed in my seat, my panties soaking with my pleasure.
“Well,” the bartender said abruptly, looking at his watch.
Huh?
He stood. “I’ll see you next time, then?”
“Um. Yeah. Sure.”
“Super.” He smoothed back his hair. “Have a good night.” And he was gone.
What a weird freaking place.
Chapter 19
Varden
I pulled up to my building and locked my mask in the glove box, double and triple checking it. Yeah, I was that insane about my privacy, I’ll admit it.
On the way to the penthouse, I leaned my head back against the elevator wall. Why did I do this to myself, stay out late when I knew I’d be exhausted the next day?
Light glowed from under the guest room door, and the TV played some game show. I knocked lightly.
“Beau? You up?”
