And what if that kind of attitude doesn’t get you where you want to go.
You want this, too. Don’t deny it—
Okay, she was not thinking of that man. She was absolutely, positively not thinking about that man—
Shoot. Maybe she was. And maybe … just maybe she kept picturing where she’d left her car keys, downstairs by her purse.
But come on, it wasn’t like she was actually going to go down to the Iron Mask and meet him. Not possible. Not ever—especially considering what she’d been through earlier … because that would be like having a fire in your living room, and deciding, after the men with the trucks and hoses had left, that maybe you should arson up the rest of your house just so things matched.
If you come over after my shift, I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me. And then I’ll show you the more important things.
And what would they be.
You’ll find out. If you think you can handle it.
Cait rolled away from the clock, hoping that if she didn’t look at those numbers, she’d forget that she had enough time, provided she left now, to get dressed and make it downtown right when he’d told her to be there.
Live now, a voice said. It’s the only chance you have.
Punching at her pillow to fatten it up, she threw her head back down on it and deflated the thing. This was just so crazy. Except if Heaven didn’t exist, and all you got was a dirt nap at the end of your life, how stupid would she feel if she stayed in this cold bed alone … when there was something hot and powerful waiting for her across town?
Safe sex worked if you did it right. All it took was a condom put on correctly.
Besides, the born-again-virgin routine she’d been rocking since college was getting depressing…
“No. Absolutely no.”
More pillow fluffing. And cursing.
It was two forty-six when she exploded out of bed. Put jeans on that she rarely wore. Chose the only lace bra she owned. Pulled on a turtleneck that could be trampled underfoot.
Behind the wheel of her SUV, heading out of her neighborhood, she did not look back. Didn’t think, either. The decision made, she wasn’t going to dwell on it or the fact that there was a high probability she was still in shock from what had happened earlier. There would be time tomorrow morning for doubts and recriminations—right here and now? There was only her destination.
Her phone went off just as she was getting on the Northway. Without thinking, she snagged it and checked who it was.
Teresa. No doubt calling because the interminable insomniac hadn’t gotten an update as promised.
Cait let the call go to voice mail. She didn’t want anyone else’s opinion on this bright idea, and didn’t trust herself to keep things on the DL. Besides, her old roommate was half in love with G.B., in that way people got hooked on TV or movie stars. Knowing how Teresa was hardwired, she was likely to get offended on the singer’s behalf.
Cait was too practiced at being guilty not to spot that trap.
Not when this collision she was about to cause was only an exit ramp and a couple of traffic lights away.
And she had no interest in saving herself.
“Don’t ask me to clear your head for you,” Duke growled. “Because I’m going to use that bathroom stall you’re hiding in to do it.”
Every night around two a.m., the Iron Mask’s entrance line got shut down, and that meant that he had a good hour to deal with a dwindling number of ever more intoxicated and compromised brilliant thinkers—like this wiry guy who’d decided he was going to be cool and do coke out in the open on one of the tables. Confronted, he’d dodge-balled around the security staff and locked himself in here.
The sound of a giant inhale through a deviated septum suggested that Einstein with the powder fixation was going for some more nose courage.
Maybe he’d do another line and end up levitating right up and out.
Of course, it could be worse. At least Fleet-foot hadn’t picked one of the private bathrooms—because then Duke would have had to hard-shoulder through a locked door in front of the patrons. As it was, the guy had gunned for a public facility, and picked the middle of the three bays that were opposite the urinals.
Out of the corner of his eye, Duke caught sight of his reflection in the mirrors over the lineup of sinks. Jacked forward on his hips, he was unaware of having curled up a pair of fists, but there they were.
“On the count of three,” he barked. “You come out, or I’m coming in after you. One—”
“Duke.”
The sound of his boss’s voice cut through his aggression. Slightly.
Twisting on his hips, he looked over his shoulder at Alex Hess. “I’m handling this.”
“No, you’re not.” She jerked a thumb at the door she’d come through. “Out.”
“I got this.” He turned back around. “Give me—”
Alex materialized in front of him, moving impossibly fast, and the force of her presence was like getting popped in the face with a crowbar. In a quiet voice, she hissed, “Here’s the deal. You’ve been walking that line tonight, and if you go any further with this? You’re going to hurt him.” As he opened his mouth, she put her palm up. “My turf, my rules. Don’t make me escort you the f**k out of here, because I will. If you kill someone on this job? I’ve got the CPD so far up my ass, I’m stirring my coffee with their badges.”
In all her buck-stops-here anger, her gray eyes seemed to glow, and it wasn’t like he doubted that she’d physically relocate him if she had to. The boss lady was usually right and always in control—of herself, and of others.
But come on.
Duke shook his head. “This is no different than any other night.”
“And the fact that you don’t recognize where you’re at proves my point. Now back off.”
Abruptly, the room became preternaturally clear, everything from the bright shine of the black tile on the walls, to the white veins in the black marble floor, to the sound of the wheezing coming from that middle stall.
“You’re going to kill someone,” Alex said roughly. “I can see it in your eyes. And you’ve got to trust me on this before you do something both of us are going to regret.”
“Fucking hell,” he muttered.
When she just cocked an eyebrow, he peeled off, stalked to the door, and punched his way through—
Hello, peanut gallery of meatheads.
Immediately outside the loo, a crowd of security staff had gathered, the bunch of them standing in a half-moon orientation, like they were ready to catch the fallout of either him or the blowhead or the boss coming out of the enclosed space.
Cursing under his breath, Duke ignored them all, and marched to the back of the club, shoving through the staff-only door and then pacing up and down the empty corridor between the offices and the locker room.
The air was cooler here, and he took some deep breaths, the lingering perfume and body oils from the working girls doing some kind of aromatherapy on him.
He was on his second round trip down and back when Alex came through the door he’d put to use. “My office. Right now.”
Ah, shit.
Duke walked over with her, but didn’t sit down once they were shut in together. Picking the far wall, he leaned up against the concrete and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Alex parked it behind her desk. “Here’s what we’re going to do.”
Great. He couldn’t wait to hear this.
“We’re giving you a couple of nights off.”
He looked up. “That’s ridiculous. I’m—”
Alex cupped her hand by her ear. “Not going to argue with me? Fantastic. Good choice.”
Duke scrubbed his face so he didn’t start yelling and thereby prove her damn point. “I don’t need—”
“To waste either of our time trying to convince me otherwise? Man, you are getting so smart. I really respect where you’re at.”
As he resumed glaring at the floor, he could feel her staring at him across the desk.
Abruptly, she picked up the one living thing in the room: a small plant in a green-colored plastic pot.
“You see this?” she said. “You know who gave it to me? A nice guy named Detective de la Cruz. He paid me a visit here a little while ago, and you wanna know whose health plan he’s on? The CPD’s. Again, nice guy. But I didn’t want this f**king plant, and I reallllly don’t want him to come back—most certainly not because we had bodily damage of a permanent variety happen in one of my f**king bathrooms by one of my cocksucking bouncers.”
“I can keep it together.”
She put the pathetic ivy or fern or whatever it was back down. “It’s my own damned fault. I didn’t realize this, but you’ve worked the last twenty-five nights that we’ve been open in a row—I shouldn’t have asked you to come in last evening. You’re just too dependable, and frankly, too good at your dumb-ass job. Unfortunately, you’re also getting burned out. It happens. Those idiots out there will drive you demented.”
He opened his mouth, but she cut him off. “This is not subject to compromise or discussion. At all. You either do what I say, or, as much as it pains me to say this, I’m going to fire you.”
Duke felt his temper flare even higher … but he knew better than to argue. She was holding all his cards, and she probably wasn’t being all that unfair. Damn her.
“Can I finish out tonight?”
“As long as you relax? Yeah. But then it’s two shifts off.” Duke turned to go. “I didn’t say I was done with you.”
“What,” he asked the closed door.
“You have a visitor. I put her down the hall in the interrogation room.”
Duke cranked around. “Visitor?”
Alex offered a sly smile. “Blond. Five-eight. Looks out of place here—which I can’t help but think recommends her. In fact, maybe if you spend a little time with the female? You’ll get in a better mood.”
Duke blew out of the boss lady’s office and strode down that corridor. When he got to the door of the room they “talked” to people in, he didn’t knock, just opened wide.
And there she was, standing in her sensible shoes, hands in the pockets of her jeans, eyes shooting over like she was out of her element, her comfort zone … and her mind.
At least in her opinion.
Duke would beg to differ, however.
Dropping his lids, a sense of purpose calmed him out so much better than the chain-yanking of his boss.
As he shut the door, she lifted her hand awkwardly. “Hi. I…”
He put his finger to his lips and shhh’d her. Then he went over to the monitoring equipment in the far corner and reached waaaaaay up, disconnecting the unit that was mounted on the ceiling.
Facing off at her, he drawled, “I’m assuming you don’t want this recorded.”
“Ah…”
As she clearly searched for words, it was obvious she hadn’t been playing when she’d said she didn’t do shit like this.
No problem. He was going to take care of everything.
Closing in, he already had her na**d in his mind, na**d and up on the table in the middle of the room, her legs spread for him as he kissed her so hard, she fell back on the scratched surface.
He didn’t say anything as he reached for her, slipping a hand around the base of her neck and pulling her forward by the throat.
She put her palms out to his chest and held him off. “Don’t you want to…”
“What? Talk?” His eyes locked on her mouth. “That’s not why you came. That’s not why I asked you here.”
In the recesses of his mind, he found it strange that he was so sexed up over this female. But he wasn’t wasting time on that one. She was here. She was not going to say no. And he needed this with a desperation he not only didn’t understand, but knew better than to question.
He wanted her willing, however.
And that meant he was going to have to seduce her into the fucking.
He moved his hand up so that it plowed into her hair, and then took her by the waist. “I saw your car earlier. You came by the front of the club, didn’t you.”
She swallowed hard. “I wanted to see…”
“Me.” He leaned in, putting his chest against her br**sts and his mouth next to her ear. “You wanted to see me again, because you couldn’t believe you were thinking about meeting me here. You couldn’t believe that while you were watching that singer … I was the man on your mind.”
He moved his h*ps in, brushing his erection against her before he backed off to measure her reaction.
Oh, yeaaaah. That’s what he wanted: Her lids closed briefly and her lips parted—so she’d definitely felt what he’d wanted her to.
You want this, too. Don’t deny it—
Okay, she was not thinking of that man. She was absolutely, positively not thinking about that man—
Shoot. Maybe she was. And maybe … just maybe she kept picturing where she’d left her car keys, downstairs by her purse.
But come on, it wasn’t like she was actually going to go down to the Iron Mask and meet him. Not possible. Not ever—especially considering what she’d been through earlier … because that would be like having a fire in your living room, and deciding, after the men with the trucks and hoses had left, that maybe you should arson up the rest of your house just so things matched.
If you come over after my shift, I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me. And then I’ll show you the more important things.
And what would they be.
You’ll find out. If you think you can handle it.
Cait rolled away from the clock, hoping that if she didn’t look at those numbers, she’d forget that she had enough time, provided she left now, to get dressed and make it downtown right when he’d told her to be there.
Live now, a voice said. It’s the only chance you have.
Punching at her pillow to fatten it up, she threw her head back down on it and deflated the thing. This was just so crazy. Except if Heaven didn’t exist, and all you got was a dirt nap at the end of your life, how stupid would she feel if she stayed in this cold bed alone … when there was something hot and powerful waiting for her across town?
Safe sex worked if you did it right. All it took was a condom put on correctly.
Besides, the born-again-virgin routine she’d been rocking since college was getting depressing…
“No. Absolutely no.”
More pillow fluffing. And cursing.
It was two forty-six when she exploded out of bed. Put jeans on that she rarely wore. Chose the only lace bra she owned. Pulled on a turtleneck that could be trampled underfoot.
Behind the wheel of her SUV, heading out of her neighborhood, she did not look back. Didn’t think, either. The decision made, she wasn’t going to dwell on it or the fact that there was a high probability she was still in shock from what had happened earlier. There would be time tomorrow morning for doubts and recriminations—right here and now? There was only her destination.
Her phone went off just as she was getting on the Northway. Without thinking, she snagged it and checked who it was.
Teresa. No doubt calling because the interminable insomniac hadn’t gotten an update as promised.
Cait let the call go to voice mail. She didn’t want anyone else’s opinion on this bright idea, and didn’t trust herself to keep things on the DL. Besides, her old roommate was half in love with G.B., in that way people got hooked on TV or movie stars. Knowing how Teresa was hardwired, she was likely to get offended on the singer’s behalf.
Cait was too practiced at being guilty not to spot that trap.
Not when this collision she was about to cause was only an exit ramp and a couple of traffic lights away.
And she had no interest in saving herself.
“Don’t ask me to clear your head for you,” Duke growled. “Because I’m going to use that bathroom stall you’re hiding in to do it.”
Every night around two a.m., the Iron Mask’s entrance line got shut down, and that meant that he had a good hour to deal with a dwindling number of ever more intoxicated and compromised brilliant thinkers—like this wiry guy who’d decided he was going to be cool and do coke out in the open on one of the tables. Confronted, he’d dodge-balled around the security staff and locked himself in here.
The sound of a giant inhale through a deviated septum suggested that Einstein with the powder fixation was going for some more nose courage.
Maybe he’d do another line and end up levitating right up and out.
Of course, it could be worse. At least Fleet-foot hadn’t picked one of the private bathrooms—because then Duke would have had to hard-shoulder through a locked door in front of the patrons. As it was, the guy had gunned for a public facility, and picked the middle of the three bays that were opposite the urinals.
Out of the corner of his eye, Duke caught sight of his reflection in the mirrors over the lineup of sinks. Jacked forward on his hips, he was unaware of having curled up a pair of fists, but there they were.
“On the count of three,” he barked. “You come out, or I’m coming in after you. One—”
“Duke.”
The sound of his boss’s voice cut through his aggression. Slightly.
Twisting on his hips, he looked over his shoulder at Alex Hess. “I’m handling this.”
“No, you’re not.” She jerked a thumb at the door she’d come through. “Out.”
“I got this.” He turned back around. “Give me—”
Alex materialized in front of him, moving impossibly fast, and the force of her presence was like getting popped in the face with a crowbar. In a quiet voice, she hissed, “Here’s the deal. You’ve been walking that line tonight, and if you go any further with this? You’re going to hurt him.” As he opened his mouth, she put her palm up. “My turf, my rules. Don’t make me escort you the f**k out of here, because I will. If you kill someone on this job? I’ve got the CPD so far up my ass, I’m stirring my coffee with their badges.”
In all her buck-stops-here anger, her gray eyes seemed to glow, and it wasn’t like he doubted that she’d physically relocate him if she had to. The boss lady was usually right and always in control—of herself, and of others.
But come on.
Duke shook his head. “This is no different than any other night.”
“And the fact that you don’t recognize where you’re at proves my point. Now back off.”
Abruptly, the room became preternaturally clear, everything from the bright shine of the black tile on the walls, to the white veins in the black marble floor, to the sound of the wheezing coming from that middle stall.
“You’re going to kill someone,” Alex said roughly. “I can see it in your eyes. And you’ve got to trust me on this before you do something both of us are going to regret.”
“Fucking hell,” he muttered.
When she just cocked an eyebrow, he peeled off, stalked to the door, and punched his way through—
Hello, peanut gallery of meatheads.
Immediately outside the loo, a crowd of security staff had gathered, the bunch of them standing in a half-moon orientation, like they were ready to catch the fallout of either him or the blowhead or the boss coming out of the enclosed space.
Cursing under his breath, Duke ignored them all, and marched to the back of the club, shoving through the staff-only door and then pacing up and down the empty corridor between the offices and the locker room.
The air was cooler here, and he took some deep breaths, the lingering perfume and body oils from the working girls doing some kind of aromatherapy on him.
He was on his second round trip down and back when Alex came through the door he’d put to use. “My office. Right now.”
Ah, shit.
Duke walked over with her, but didn’t sit down once they were shut in together. Picking the far wall, he leaned up against the concrete and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Alex parked it behind her desk. “Here’s what we’re going to do.”
Great. He couldn’t wait to hear this.
“We’re giving you a couple of nights off.”
He looked up. “That’s ridiculous. I’m—”
Alex cupped her hand by her ear. “Not going to argue with me? Fantastic. Good choice.”
Duke scrubbed his face so he didn’t start yelling and thereby prove her damn point. “I don’t need—”
“To waste either of our time trying to convince me otherwise? Man, you are getting so smart. I really respect where you’re at.”
As he resumed glaring at the floor, he could feel her staring at him across the desk.
Abruptly, she picked up the one living thing in the room: a small plant in a green-colored plastic pot.
“You see this?” she said. “You know who gave it to me? A nice guy named Detective de la Cruz. He paid me a visit here a little while ago, and you wanna know whose health plan he’s on? The CPD’s. Again, nice guy. But I didn’t want this f**king plant, and I reallllly don’t want him to come back—most certainly not because we had bodily damage of a permanent variety happen in one of my f**king bathrooms by one of my cocksucking bouncers.”
“I can keep it together.”
She put the pathetic ivy or fern or whatever it was back down. “It’s my own damned fault. I didn’t realize this, but you’ve worked the last twenty-five nights that we’ve been open in a row—I shouldn’t have asked you to come in last evening. You’re just too dependable, and frankly, too good at your dumb-ass job. Unfortunately, you’re also getting burned out. It happens. Those idiots out there will drive you demented.”
He opened his mouth, but she cut him off. “This is not subject to compromise or discussion. At all. You either do what I say, or, as much as it pains me to say this, I’m going to fire you.”
Duke felt his temper flare even higher … but he knew better than to argue. She was holding all his cards, and she probably wasn’t being all that unfair. Damn her.
“Can I finish out tonight?”
“As long as you relax? Yeah. But then it’s two shifts off.” Duke turned to go. “I didn’t say I was done with you.”
“What,” he asked the closed door.
“You have a visitor. I put her down the hall in the interrogation room.”
Duke cranked around. “Visitor?”
Alex offered a sly smile. “Blond. Five-eight. Looks out of place here—which I can’t help but think recommends her. In fact, maybe if you spend a little time with the female? You’ll get in a better mood.”
Duke blew out of the boss lady’s office and strode down that corridor. When he got to the door of the room they “talked” to people in, he didn’t knock, just opened wide.
And there she was, standing in her sensible shoes, hands in the pockets of her jeans, eyes shooting over like she was out of her element, her comfort zone … and her mind.
At least in her opinion.
Duke would beg to differ, however.
Dropping his lids, a sense of purpose calmed him out so much better than the chain-yanking of his boss.
As he shut the door, she lifted her hand awkwardly. “Hi. I…”
He put his finger to his lips and shhh’d her. Then he went over to the monitoring equipment in the far corner and reached waaaaaay up, disconnecting the unit that was mounted on the ceiling.
Facing off at her, he drawled, “I’m assuming you don’t want this recorded.”
“Ah…”
As she clearly searched for words, it was obvious she hadn’t been playing when she’d said she didn’t do shit like this.
No problem. He was going to take care of everything.
Closing in, he already had her na**d in his mind, na**d and up on the table in the middle of the room, her legs spread for him as he kissed her so hard, she fell back on the scratched surface.
He didn’t say anything as he reached for her, slipping a hand around the base of her neck and pulling her forward by the throat.
She put her palms out to his chest and held him off. “Don’t you want to…”
“What? Talk?” His eyes locked on her mouth. “That’s not why you came. That’s not why I asked you here.”
In the recesses of his mind, he found it strange that he was so sexed up over this female. But he wasn’t wasting time on that one. She was here. She was not going to say no. And he needed this with a desperation he not only didn’t understand, but knew better than to question.
He wanted her willing, however.
And that meant he was going to have to seduce her into the fucking.
He moved his hand up so that it plowed into her hair, and then took her by the waist. “I saw your car earlier. You came by the front of the club, didn’t you.”
She swallowed hard. “I wanted to see…”
“Me.” He leaned in, putting his chest against her br**sts and his mouth next to her ear. “You wanted to see me again, because you couldn’t believe you were thinking about meeting me here. You couldn’t believe that while you were watching that singer … I was the man on your mind.”
He moved his h*ps in, brushing his erection against her before he backed off to measure her reaction.
Oh, yeaaaah. That’s what he wanted: Her lids closed briefly and her lips parted—so she’d definitely felt what he’d wanted her to.
