Angie
Lewis rang the doorbell, impressed by the size of the house. Knowing the market well enough, she figured
the house had to have cost a good $700,000.
How many wealthy men were single though?
Probably not too many. Though she
wondered if the man who owned the house was actually married instead. Maybe his wife was away? His children? It was clearly a house for a family. Though
the thought made her skin crawl, she shrugged.
It didn’t matter. She had a job
to do. She needed the money. Her landlord was not a patient man. And she had other debts to pay.
When
the door opened, a man in dark slacks and a blue dress shirt appeared. He was muscular, had dark hair and the bluest
eyes she’d ever seen.
Her
eyebrows shot up as recognition came to her.
“You! What the-“
With
a firm grip, he steered her inside, then shut the door. “Don’t jump to
conclusions. This is a simple business proposition, all right? I have an
agreement with your boss.”
She
frowned. “This is because of what
happened, isn’t it?”
“I
won’t deny that you left an impression on me then. So yes, I pursued you because of that.”
“I
don’t want any trouble.” God, she hated cops.
And if Louis found out, she was in big trouble.
“Then
it’s fine if you have nothing to hide.”
Her
eyes narrowed. “I don’t know anything.”
“You
didn’t know that man?”
She
shook her head.
“That’s
not what it looked like.”
“He
was dead. How was I supposed to feel? Anyone would have felt bad.”
He
nodded. “That’s what I thought. Were you the caller?”
She
nodded. “Why did you go to all this trouble?
Hiring me?”
He
shrugged. “There’s more than one reason to have brought you here.”
She
frowned. “But, you’re a cop. I don’t understand. Are you sure I’m not in some kind of
trouble?”
“No.” He cocked his head. “Have you committed a crime?”
“Not
that I recall. As far as I know, dancing
isn’t a crime.” She sighed. “You have to admit, this is all very strange.”
“Perhaps.”
She
threw up her hands. “Well, it’s not
every day that a cop pays for private sessions with an exotic dancer.”
“No,
I suppose not.” He frowned. “It’s not like I make a habit of this either.
In fact, other than in a professional capacity, I’ve never paid for the
services of someone like you.”
“Someone
like me? Are you implying that I’m a prostitute?”
“No,
I never said that.”
“Then,
why did you hire me? Is this a trick to
get me to testify or something?”
“No. Just calm down.”
“Calm
down?!” And then with a swift move, he had backed her up to the wall, placed a
palm on either side of her, and smothered her protests with his mouth. His lips
were slow and questing on hers, but hesitant to invade further.
Her
heartbeat quickened and she parted her lips in response. When his tongue
touched hers, she remembered the exchange of money. She hadn’t been hired for this too. She shoved at his overpowering chest and
finally, he eased back.
He
lifted a brow in response. “It’s a
little too late to fight me, isn’t it?”
She
lifted her chin a fraction higher, aware that her response had been telling.
“You didn’t hire me for this. It’s not
in my contract. And I don’t give away my
favors freely.”
“Oh?”
“This
is just a job.”
“I
was hoping it could be more than just about the job.”
“You
thought wrong.”
“Maybe. We’ll see.”
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