It was an ordinary dawn in the city of angels. The streets never fell asleep, the lights were never turned off, and the sounds never fell silent.Blair sat amidst the white sheets of her bed, still working. Even though she was away from the office, she liked to keep up with her commitments. In this luxurious hotel room, she was alone, bathed in the incessant lights of downtown. Jean always made a point of reserving the best rooms for her daughter.She heard repeated knocks on the door, and found it strange at first. It was late for room service, and she wasn't expecting Drake. They would see each other the next day, on the boarding runway.Blair got out of bed and walked to the door. She didn't bother putting on a robe over the red nightgown she was wearing, even though the fabric barely covered her legs. When she opened the door, the redhead found a uniformed woman carrying a tray. Although unexpected, it was room service.- "Good evening, Miss Collins. Your father has sent you a cup
- "I need you in a red bikini"- "I like you drunk. At least we're more than friends when alcohol runs through your veins."- "Don't exaggerate. I'll remember this conversation." Ethan smirked.The truth was, neither of them knew for sure if this moment would still make sense in the morning. Blair was afraid that the sun would kill the magic that the night had carried away. Because every other time, Ethan had seemed like a different person when he woke up. It seemed like he regretted giving in, regretting doing more than he was used to.- "I doubt it"- "You bet, Angel. We're going to Malibu next weekend. Buy a red bikini, no strings."Ethan owned many properties. Some had belonged to his father and had been transferred to him when he took over the helm of Enterprise Banks. But there was one house in particular that he didn’t see as just a piece of real estate. It was like a home, or something. Like the cave that had sheltered him when the world was too cruel. This property was locate
- "Maybe dinner, so you don't think I'm a complete jerk."With that answer, she was sure that he didn't remember the promises, the words full of feeling and the sincere looks. It was a typical effect of alcohol, not something he wanted.- "That would be... lovely"When the man removed the hand covering his eyes, it was only to stand up. Ethan took off the leather jacket he had been wearing since last night and left it on the bed. His clothes were disheveled, as was his hair, and it made him look even more attractive than usual.- "I'm going to wash my face, and then I'll leave you alone."Blair turned to face Ethan. He was peaceful, and he didn't seem like he was going to act like he used to. The truth was that the man was used to waking up alone. He had never slept with a woman in his entire life. Ethan considered sleep a time of vulnerability, and sharing his weaknesses with someone didn't seem pleasant.- "Go for it"- "You bet," the slight smile that formed on the man's lips didn'
- "My babies have grown up," she said, her voice already cracking and her eyes filled with tears.The wrinkles on Mirtes' face showed how experienced she was. A woman with history, with experiences. She was wearing one of her classic floral dresses, which only made her more adorable.- "Got room for my hug?" David complained, and then approached the small group.And then, only then, Blair really saw him. Those blond strands of hair, the yellow-brown eyes. David was a man, no longer a college kid. He seemed to have grown bigger, with more muscles on his body. But the essence; the essence of the man hadn't changed. He walked up to Blair, especially to her, and didn't hesitate before hugging her.The contact was strange at first. It wasn't bad, it was different. A lot had happened since the last time David had touched Blair. They had a relationship, or something like that. The truth was that the man loved the redhead like his lungs loved oxygen, but he had never felt the same way he woul
- "Don't run away from me again, and we won't have any problems"- "I won't run away"The wind blew Blair's red hair, and it seemed to blow away all her pain. Her worries were gone. Her fears were far away. Her bad feelings couldn't reach her. She didn't know David's forgiveness meant so much until she heard it.- "Friends?" David held out his pinky finger to Blair, like they used to do when they were little.- "Now more than ever" she also extended the same finger, intertwining them.- "My God, I missed you"The man pulled Blair into a hug. The second touch was less intense. There was no fear of making a mistake, or the feeling that something bad could happen. They were just two adults, people who had shared a past. She held David in her arms, happy that he was there.- "Me too. Thanks for coming."- "Hi, beautiful. I don't want to interrupt the moment, but we decided to order Italian food, since we have nothing but alcohol in the pantry" the hug came to an end when Drake's voice was
- "Is everything okay?" she asked.- "No," the older man confessed, throwing himself back in his chair.- "What there was?"- "I sent Blair to talk to Rivera," Colton said, not caring how unethical it would seem.- "Blair, Spencer's agent?"- "That's the problem. She's not an agent."Susan stared at both men, and then the whole situation hit her. The woman working with Spencer was not a trained professional, she was a civilian with privileges that benefited the police.- "So Rivera really was in Los Angeles," she rambled.- "Apparently, yes."Colton walked over to one of the chairs in front of Spencer's desk and sat down. The former Marine remained crestfallen, thinking about how much trouble he would be in if Blair didn't return to the station in the next few days.- "Did she at least get anything out of him?" Susan insisted, knowing the answer wouldn't be pleasant.- "She hasn't gotten in touch yet," the inspector replied.- "So she got it"- "Maybe he decided to protect Banks," Spe
Seeing that part of the conversation was over, Susan walked over to the inspector's desk. She stopped next to Spencer, still looking at the redhead in the chair. That police officer wasn't sure about Blair's character, even after handing over the watch.Susan wore leather boots, dark jeans, and a jacket, which made the woman look more reserved. She had long, dark hair, which was tied back in a tight, low bun.- "So this is your undercover agent" he commented.- "Yes, Susan," Spencer confirmed.- "You told me you were an agent, but I just see a rich girl," the partner murmured, and didn't worry about the image she would project.The truth was that Susan was outraged by Spencer's choice. With qualified and available professionals in the department, she didn't understand how he could choose a civilian.Even though she was the daughter of a powerful man, Blair didn't have the qualifications to participate in operations. Even after the conversation with Rivera, which was a mistake on Colto
Susan took one last look at Blair, certain that she didn't trust the redhead. She was going to make irreparable mistakes, and someone would have to clean up the mess. It was hard to believe that her job depended on an inexperienced girl.*Blair Collins was a stunning woman in anyone's eyes. Her long red hair contrasted with her fair skin and made her look divine, as if every detail of her had been forged in heaven. She was the kind of woman who attracted attention, who was heard simply because she was too beautiful to remain silent, who did not go unnoticed.The charity cocktail party would be held at the luxurious Bellagio Hotel, located on the Strip, across from the luxurious Paris Las Vegas. The same hotel where Blair first saw Banks, where she made advances on him, where she desired him with every ounce of her being.Michele's limousine pulled up in front of the palace-like building, and Blair got out as the driver opened her door.To say that everyone's eyes were on Blair when s