All Chapters of LOVE BEYOND BRATVA DARK WORLD: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

She pulled on the outfit and glanced down at herself. Thanks to this latest fiasco, Anaisse’s lean, flexible body had been transformed into something ripe and seductive. A lacy black push-up bra boosted her breasts to heretofore unimaginable heights. A matching G-string and thigh-high stockings created a lace-embroidered invitation to stare at her crotch.Someday in the future, when she owned her own studio and Annabelle had a legitimate entertainment job, maybe she’d be able to rearrange her priorities. Stop spending all her time working and rescuing Annabelle, and find a nice guy to…um…show her some of life’s sweet mysteries. But so far, nobody had much tempted her.Until now, whispered a brutally honest voice as she shrugged into a thigh-grazing man’s white button-down shirt and draped a blue and silver striped tie around her neck. Tommy tempted her. Those hormones she thought had dried up and blown away like an untended garden were dropping roots and sprouting like crazy.“Crazy”

“Your memory seems to have improved tremendously in the last couple days,” he observed, shifting closer.“I’ve had plenty of time to think about my clients since Saturday. You’d be surprised what you can remember about someone when you’re considering whether he might be a killer.”He closed the file folder and nodded. Lighter, sun-burnished strands of his hair gleamed under the fluorescent lights. “Let’s cut to the chase then. Do any of these men worry you?”“No. My VIPs are harmless.”His brows shot up, speculatively. “I don’t know if we can trust your judgment there. After all, Carlos Chan and Arthur Montero weren’t exactly harmless. One pulled you offstage. The other did something during a private dance that convinced you to have him bounced.”She’d said as much to Annabelle and was prepared to provide the same reply she’d received. “Carlos was drunk when he pulled me offstage. He didn’t normally drink much, but for some reason he overindulged that evening. The alcohol made him clu

It took a few seconds. Finally, she raised her eyes to his and said, “What you’re doing is not an investigation. It’s not even a plan. It’s suicide.” Her adorable chin trembled and sent a funny contraction straight through his heart. “You’re crazy if you think I’m just going to stand by and let put yourself squarely in a killer’s sights.”She was worried for him. A wave of tenderness washed over him, startling him almost as much as her concern. “That’s exactly where you are, Annabelle. I thought you could use some company.”“Think again,” she shot back and struggled against him. “I’m telling Val I won’t dance for you anymore.”“No, you’re not.” He flexed his quads and scooted her forward in his lap. Her thighs draped over his, her plush breasts welled against his chest. The coconut-vanilla scent of her made his senses swim. Following a wayward impulse, he leaned close and found her ear with his lips, enjoying a flare of satisfaction when she inhaled swiftly. “I’m not some clueless cli

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,

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