- "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
Blair was pleased with the approach she had made. It was certainly more than Spencer, or even herself, had expected. She applauded her own progress, knowing that she could do the job, even though Susan thought otherwise.- "I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do? Maybe buy another dress, since this stain won't come out." Blair looked at the wet part of the dress once more, certain that it was a lost piece.- "No, dear. Let's not worry about trivialities. I'm leaving anyway." Dorothy tried to reassure the redhead.Blair was going to respond, insisting that Dora charge her with something. However, when the redhead thought of something to say, the bathroom door opened, and they both turned towards it.- "Is there a problem, mom?"The first few seconds were like a daydream. That symmetrical face, with no room for imperfections, that hoarse voice, which resembled the thunder of a rainy night. Ethan Banks stood before Blair, and all she could do was admire the black tuxedo that covered th
- "You first," he was gentlemanly in saying.- "Thanks"Blair walked quickly to the door, and had to hold her breath as she passed Ethan, because she was in such a hurry. She could choose not to look at him, but the attraction was there all the same. It was like a magnet, and nothing could break the connection, not even the lie the redhead told.The moment she walked through the door, Ethan grabbed Blair's arm. He pulled her back into the bathroom, and with the force involved, she had no choice but to take a few steps back. The redhead gave Banks a confused look, and then he was ready to explain:- "Alex gave a warning signal. It's better to stay"- "Okay," Blair said, looking at Ethan's hand that was still on her arm.For a second, she felt numb to his touch. His masculine appearance was just a charm, but the way he touched her was striking. Just one look was enough to make her legs go weak, and that's what happened. There was no point in pulling away, setting limits, imposing condit
- "Were you in love with another guy while I was talking about Malibu?"Hearing those words was like having all the air stolen from her lungs. Blair blinked several times, tempted to ask countless questions.Ethan talked about Malibu with her, but he was seeing other people. He was jealous, but he didn't give up on the mundane life. It was confusing trying to understand this man's intentions. However, the biggest confusion was the fact that he remembered the drunken words from the other night.- "Yes, Angel. I remember. I said I would remember."- "What difference does it make?" she grumbled, already standing up and walking to the other side of the room. At that moment, proximity would do her no good.- "Between being with me and thinking about me, and being with me and thinking about someone else, there is an abyss"- "Don't you do the same?" Blair crossed her arms over her breasts, outraged by the man's stance.- "What?"- "I was with her, but I was in a hurry to get to New York. Di
Each button that was opened revealed more of that white skin, which shivered all over when the man touched her back with his fingertips, from the base of her spine to the nape of her neck.Ethan was enchanted, but it wasn't a new thing. Blair's skin was soft and delicate, like an orchid in good soil. There was no sign of imperfection on the entire length of that woman's body. And then, feeling his fingers velvety to the touch, he pushed the straps of her dress to gain access to more of that body.The woman's breasts were revealed. They were rounded, and fit perfectly in Ethan's large hands. It was as if they were asking to be touched and kissed, and that's what the man did. He kissed Blair, from her throat to the swell of her breasts, and was rewarded with heavy sighs.Blair was surprised at how her body reacted. It was as if it had always belonged to Ethan, to his hands, to his lips. A tingling sensation spread through her body, like butterflies in her stomach, as he nibbled on her b
Dawn fell over Las Vegas like a black pall. Sin City was dark just hours before dawn, and inside Spencer's office it was no different.The inspector paced back and forth, and nearly pulled out the hairs on his own head. Nervousness was rumbling through his mind, and all he could do was relax and think.And that was when the door to his incredibly disorganized office opened. Colton entered the space, dressed differently. His usual uniform had been exchanged for pants and a sweatshirt. The agent looked at Spencer with nothing less than irritation and curiosity. Because, to call him in the middle of the night and ask him to come to the police department, the inspector would need to have a good reason.- "What there was?"- "The recording... the recording," Spencer muttered, completely stunned.- "Recording?"- "There was a microchip inside the watch. It took me a few hours to access the information, but I managed to do it."- "There was an engraving on the microchip," Colton stated.The