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Cam looked up from the table to see a walking fantasy coming toward him. Red-gold hair loose in a heavy wave to the small of her back. A gown that must have been painted on, doing absolutely nothing to hide long, slender legs that seemed to go on forever. A sweet round ass. High, firm breasts. Both perfect handfuls and then some. He should know. He’d held them both only last night.
She approached, her gaze centered on him with eyes a man could drown in. Leaned in close to brush a kiss against his cheek, give him a bird’s-eye view of all that could be his. For a price.
“Here, now, no one’s asked for a poke.” Rastus shooed her away. “We’re doing business. Tell Molly we want to be left alone.”
“It’s all right. While I’m here, I may as well…” Cam let his gaze devour her. She was living, breathing desire.
And pale as a ghost.
But mayhap only he noticed the way her hands trembled, the unsteadiness of her gait “…I may as well enjoy my visit. Right?”
Rastus stiffened. Obviously unsure whether to let Cam leave with the whore or not. Finally, he shrugged. “Ride her all ya want. You can afford it.”
“Expensive, is she?”
“Mrs. Molly Cabot’s not in it for the good of mankind, I can tell ya that. She’s made herself a tidy fortune runnin’ this place.”
“I’ll be back.” Cam stood, pulling the prostitute in close. Letting her feel the hard ache of his erection, the anger in his grip.
Her eyes widened as she motioned toward a curtained doorway.
“I’m not through with you,” Cam tossed back at the corporal as he eased away from the table. Across the floor under the scrutinizing, suspicious eyes of the other women. The resentful eyes of their customers.
How dare she show so much of herself to this crowd of lechers? Let them ogle her as if she were no better than the women who worked here?
Possessiveness and—yes, damn it—simple jealousy lanced through him. Only he got to look at her like that. She belonged to him. His grip tightened.
She led him through the curtain. Dropped it in place behind them, leaning hard against the wall. Breathing heavily. “So far, so good.”
Cam rounded on her, fury blazing. “What the hell are you doing here, Morgan? And dressed like…like a bad version of the sultan’s favorite.”
She sniffed. “I thought my disguise worked out rather well.”
“I just bet you did. You’re about as inconspicuous as a swan among a roost of biddy hens. And every person in there knew it.”
She looked surprised. “Really? That good?”
He shook his head, trying to gain some perspective. Some distance. Hard to do when she stood inches away from him in a gown that left enough to the imagination to make a man want to uncover the rest. Unwrap her like a gift. “You didn’t dress like that for your health. What’s going on?”
“One of Doran’s goons. I recognized him outside. He’s here.”
“A redhead?” A voice sounded loud from the far side of the curtain. “I don’t have any redheads here. The customers don’t like them.”
Morgan grabbed his hand. “This way.” She pulled him down the corridor.
A man stepped from the shadows at the far end. Saw them coming.
“It’s him.” She stumbled back. Looked wildly around, her hand in his clutching him in a death grip. Unable to go forward or back, she stiffen
ed. Stepped up to the closest door. Inhaled sharply before turning the knob and dragging him inside.
Thank the gods, it was empty. What she’d have done if the room had been occupied, she’d no idea. In fact, she was pretty much out of ideas. Caught between the brothel’s abbess and the advancing Other, they’d run out of options.
She couldn’t think. Her head felt stuffed with wool, her limbs dragging. Neuvarvaan’s effect wore off, but not near quick enough.
She was so far in over her head, it was laughable. Talk about the foul-up of all foul-ups. What had Scathach been thinking, entrusting Morgan with this task? It was obvious she couldn’t do it. She’d bungled every step of this whole sad excuse of a mission.
“Was seducing me part of your plan?” Cam asked, dipping his head toward the silk-hung bed dominating the tiny cubby of a room, the enormous mirror on the far wall. How could he joke at a time like this?
