Before she could find her tongue, Ben got up, walked over, and stood beside Tommy. Apprehension coiled her gut. Tommy towered over her by more than half a foot and outweighed her by a good hundred pounds of solid, hard-packed muscle, but Ben had him by at least three inches and fifty pounds.“Now you’re confused about the rules,” the big man. “She don’t need to say a word. You back off when I say so. I’m saying so right now.”Tommy’s eyes never left hers. “What do you say, Annabelle? Want me to back off?” He didn’t let go of her arm.Fear froze her heart in her chest. She knew what he was trying to do—provoke a confrontation with Benjamin and get kicked out—and she desperately wanted to stop him. Forcing a laugh, she shook her head. “Don’t be stupid.”She smiled at Ben, and said, “Thanks. I’ve got this handled.”Ben didn’t return her smile, but he took a step back and looked at his watch. “This dance is over, and we close in fifteen minutes. Finish your business.”Much to her relief,
He hid his smile behind a sip of coffee. “I’ll have to work on her.” Thinking a moment, he added, “Maybe create an opportunity, too. Tomorrow night I’ll hang out after closing and drive her home.”“What if she says no?”“She won’t. I’ll tell her I need to speak with her about the investigation, which is true.”“So, you think her self-appointed protector will watch you two leave together and the sight will push him over the edge?”“Maybe he will, maybe he won’t. But somebody always walks the girls to their cars, so at least one person from Phoenix will see us leave together. According to Valentine, Annabelle doesn’t hook up with customers, so word of her breaking tradition should spread pretty quickly. If the killer doesn’t see us tomorrow night, possibly he’ll hear something through the grapevine. That alone might be enough to compel this guy to make a move on me. Especially if I can convince Annabelle to come in to work on Saturday and tell everyone I turned out to be a prick. Then,
Straight to hell, Tommy thought, where he’d been since last Friday night when he’d arrived at the scene of a homicide and found himself drowning in the deepest blue eyes he’d ever seen.Those same eyes faced him now, holding a fascinating mixture of anger, desire, and fear. Anger and desire he could handle, give back in spades, but the fear clutched at him. Was she afraid of a killer at large? Afraid someone might discover whatever secret she guarded? Or was she afraid of him?Instead of asking, he gave her directions to his place, and then sat back and let the silence balloon while she drove. Sure, it was a psych 101 tactic, but often effective. People—women particularly—grew uncomfortable with prolonged silence. Discomfort compelled them to fill the void with conversation, and once the words started flowing, revealing monologues often followed.Not Annabelle. He stared at her profile as the minutes ticked away. Apparently, it would take more than silence to crack her tough little sh
Oh boy, did she. Caution had officially fled the building, leaving reckless desire in charge. “Yes. Absolutely yes. But first…” Her shaking fingers scrambled over the buttons of his shirt. The feel of his muscular chest frayed her patience and in the end, she simply tore the shirt open. His startled, aroused growl nearly drowned out the clatter of buttons on polished hardwood.She shoved the shirt down his shoulders, drinking in the sight of his broad chest, striated abs, and firm, flat stomach. “You’ve seen me naked, or nearly naked, plenty of times, but I never get to see you. I never get to touch your skin.” Determined to rectify the inequity, she indulged herself now, running her hands over his warm, hard body. It wasn’t enough. Somehow he sensed this, because he leaned in, knelt on the bed, and took her lips. Kissing him back, she leaned in, too, until her tight, aching nipples brushed his chest. Their moans mingled in the quiet room.“You feel so good,” she whispered.He choked
Suddenly bone-weary, he stared through the windshield and sighed. “I have some experience dealing with nervous, hostile interviewees. You’re going to have to trust me to ask the right questions and draw the right conclusions. All I want is the truth. I don’t have any interest in hanging these murders on anyone except the actual murderer.”“I know you don’t.” Her fingers tightened on his arm again. “I’m just trying to explain that she’s scared and defensive.”Impatient with the whole situation, he asked, “What’s a scared, defensive woman from the expanse of Paliparan doing working as a Phoenix Club stripper? And why the hell would you enable her by filling in?”Anaisse let go of him as if he’d stung her. “Besides the fact that if I didn’t fill in, we’d be homeless?”“You’ve got a home in Paliparan, Dasmariñas City.”“Annabelle’s a dancer. She’s trying to achieve her dreams and become a star. That won’t happen for her in Paliparan.”“She’s off to a hell of a start.” Anaisse scowled at
She squeezed his hand. “Well, still, I’m very grateful. I wish there was something I could do to make amends.”The perfect entry to his next topic. Linking his fingers a bit more tightly with hers, he replied, “Your wish is granted.”She shot him a wary look. “You want me to continue dancing for you, so you can keep putting yourself out as bait.”“Yes, but there’s more. We need to up the stakes or this charade isn’t going to work. Both Alex and Carlton manhandled Annabelle—for want of a better term—and created a scene. That’s the next step. I think if we stage an altercation at Phoenix Club, it will trip this guy’s trigger. He’ll come after me.”The fingers between his went stiff and still. He pulled his attention from the road briefly to see her reaction. Eyes full of fear and dread stared back at him.Her concern warmed something inside him, deep in his chest, even as her reluctance made him want to tear out his hair. After steering the Land Cruiser through a turn and onto his stree
“God, sweetie. I’m better than okay. My leg is fine, hasn’t felt this good in weeks. Give me one second and then I’ll take care of you.”“Relax. I’ll take a rain check.”“Excuse me?”“You heard.” “Well, sorry, Detective, but you’ve got the wrong idea. I don’t issue rain checks. This is a onetime offer.”The mattress creaked again as bodies moved. Someone got up from the bed. “Nah, I don’t think so. See, Annabelle, I’m onto you. Whether you know it or not, you’re trying to pin me into a catch-22. You won’t trust a man unless you can lead him around by his dick. But as soon as you can, you lose respect and interest. Me, I plan on holding your interest.”“That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard. For the record, I’m not the least bit interested, and your dick just missed out on the best ten minutes of its sad little life.”“We’ll see.” Anaisse couldn’t quite suppress a smile at how confident he sounded. Then her eyes rounded as he went on. “Just to establish some all-important t
Stomach churning with dread, she made her way across the still-crowded club to the VIP room and tried to mentally prepare for the next phase of the plan. She took a deep breath and slipped inside. There he sat, looking so big and tough and good, she suddenly longed for the days when all she had to do was straddle his lap, strip off a few articles of clothing, and touch him to her heart’s content. When their eyes met, his darkened, hinting maybe he had the same thought.Then he began a long, slow perusal of the slutty schoolgirl, starting with her patent leather Mary Jane platforms, ascending along her black thigh-high stockings, sweeping up the twin bands of skin exposed between the tops of the stockings and the bottom of her very short pleated plaid skirt.She sauntered over and straddled him with a bravado she didn’t feel. His gaze snagged on the hot pink panties visible beneath the hiked-up hem of her skirt, and despite her worry over this so-called plan, her trigger-happy hormones