Ethan brought his face closer until he touched Blair's nose with his own, and at that moment, she could smell his minty breath. His mouth replicated the taste the man had, the feel of his tongue and the movement of his lips. She remembered the kiss perfectly.However, contrary to what Blair wanted, he slid his lips down, towards the female throat. She stood on tiptoe, tilting her body to receive whatever contact Ethan wanted to offer. Even wearing very high heels, the height difference was considerable."I'm going to ask you the same question when you see me with another man," the woman murmured, panting beneath the warm lips."Is there another man?" Banks wanted to hear the truth come from Blair's lips.And when she thought of something to say, Ethan's lips pressed against her skin. He kissed her throat, delighting in the feel of her soft, scented skin. In addition to the sensation his mouth provided, the roughness of his growing beard was an aphrodisiac. A shiver took over his entir
The inspector opened the bag he had taken with him, and took out a small piece of equipment from inside it. Blair observed that movement, finding the news strange. Normally, those quick meetings in the parking lot were just for her to deliver the reports."What do you mean?" she questioned."Today's dinner could be turned in our favor. And I want operations to be more precise. So if you hear something incriminating, I need to know and have proof."Spencer showed the woman a small recorder. It was basically the size of a pen, and Blair didn't know how to hide the object. She furrowed her eyebrows, and then took the device from Spencer's hands."A recorder?""Yes. If they talk about anything revealing, I'll know."That night, Blair would go out with Ethan. It would just be dinner, at first, but perhaps she would have access to incriminating information. At the moment she made the invitation, the redhead had no bad intentions. However, after reporting to Spencer, she learned that her eve
It wasn't the first time Ethan Banks had heard that question. He leaned back in his chair, and swallowed before answering. His eyes were eager, and his lips were slightly pulled into a half smile, that was enough for Blair to understand that he wasn't serious."Couldn't you research more about me? I've already talked about this in many interviews""I'm not a reporter. I'm not interested in the automatic response," she shot back."Well, Miss Curiosity, I needed to take on greater responsibilities."Blair ate pieces of bread in succession so she didn't have to say anything. She had nothing to say. The responsibility of having to make that conversation work was weighing on his shoulders. The notion that there was a recorder in her bag was overwhelming."Like driving a Lamborghini and wearing expensive suits?" Before she even realized, or filtered, the provocative words were out of the redhead's lips."Yes. You don't know how this life tires me" Ethan ironized."We can exchange" she propo
The waiter pulled out the chair for Blair to leave, and the couple headed out of the restaurant. Ethan rested a hand on the base of the woman's spine, unpretentiously, oblivious to the fact that that contact destroyed the barriers she had built.People around the restaurant watched the pair walk, as handsome and charming as they were. Blair in a nice light dress, Ethan in a dark suit. Everyone could say they were the perfect opposite of each other.Banks' Lamborghini was outside the restaurant, gleaming against the city lights like a piece of jewelry. The valet got out of the vehicle and handed the keys to the real owner."Thanks for dinner," Blair thanked, still feeling Ethan's warm body next to hers, even as he pulled away to open her door."The invitation was yours""You can pretend you like it" she replied as she got into the car."Pretending makes me tired" were Ethan's last words before closing the door. And the redhead could have sworn she saw a smile cross his face.As the man
The next morning, Blair was at the Las Vegas police department. She had given Steve the tape recorder, and was soon dismissed. He simply said he would look into the information. And, to be honest with herself, Blair found the inspector's behavior strange. He seemed more withdrawn than usual.- "What happens now?" Blair asked.- "Steve will listen to the entire recording over and over again," Colton replied nonchalantly.They walked side by side to the end of the hallway, where the training room was located. The soundproofed room was empty that morning when Colton opened the door, and then waited until the redhead entered.Deep down, the militarized man didn't like what he was doing. Teaching Blair to be an agent, when she hadn't even mentioned that she enjoyed the profession, seemed wrong.- "Today is your lucky day. Let's practice some shooting" he commented.Target shooting was an activity that involved testing proficiency and accuracy, prediction and speed. It did not matter whethe
Colton walked over to the marking on the ground, stood next to Blair, pointed the gun at the target, and fired. He fired six rounds in a row, and each time he fired, he hit the red part of the target. Ever since he had served overseas in the Marines years before, the man was known to be a crack shot.- "Don't worry. I'm not trying to steal your job," Blair quipped.- "Talk less and shoot more. We're not leaving here until you're able to keep quiet."*The reason casinos were legal in Las Vegas was simple; no one would be unhappy if they could commit sins. What people judged and repudiated elsewhere was fun in Vegas, what they called Monday.At the Wynn Las Vegas Casino, one of the most luxurious venues in Sin City, a cocktail party was beginning. A relatively small party, for just over a hundred wealthy people. This would not be an ordinary night, with million-dollar games being played at the tables, or golden call girls dancing around the room. The night promised much more.The casin
It wasn’t long before Blair spotted someone who caught her eye. Coming out from one of the tables, Will Thomas was beaming with excitement. He had just won a game of gambling, and he couldn’t hide his happiness. He was good at gambling, even though he didn’t practice it often.Thomas also spotted Blair, after all, it would be impossible not to see her. People around the room were commenting on her; if not on her beauty, on her recent influence or on her father. He walked over to her, who was not far away, and kept his warm smile.- "Good evening, ladies." Will, with a light and gentle expression, greeted the girls.- "Hi, dark-haired guy," Blair said, remembering the moment they met.- "Hi. I don't mean to be a nuisance, but I think we've met before," Daliah commented.- "Well, yeah. At fashion week, probably."The conversation between the three flowed easily. Will felt good in the company of the two beautiful women, but at this point, anyone would feel the same way. He had a certain
- "We are among friends. There are no bets between friends," the woman who had welcomed her earlier, the brunette, said. With the warm smile of someone who was pleased with the moment, the woman wanted to make Blair feel comfortable.- "On this floor, people can do whatever they want. We don't have a limit," Will added.- "I didn't know you were betting either." Banks wasn't a talkative man. He was direct, most of the time. But with Blair, he was willing to expand on the subject.- "I don't gamble. I'm here for my job."- "That's an amazing job, then," Ethan's date muttered, completely oblivious to the fact that the conversation didn't belong to her.In the center of it all, the dancers danced sensually to the rhythm of the music. Their bodies, wrapped in feathers and nothing else, developed synchronized steps. It was a beauty in movement, even though people were more occupied with the games. The lighting also favored the sensuality of the moment; in shades of red and purple, depravit