won’t be prostituted and have too many men to count screwing you every night.”
CHAPTER 12
Leather and lace will take a girl a long way
March 30
Saturday night
The sleek Mercedes convertible registered to Alexi Adams was made just for me and I looked damned good in the sinfully red sports car.
I drove up to the entrance of the Crystal Twilight, near Beacon Hill, and parked the hot little number. The young, overly eager valet opened my door, took my hand, and helped me step out in a smooth movement.
Yep.
His eyes just about popped out of his head. Amazing what a short skirt and a leather-and-lace corset could do to a man.
Years of experience undercover had taught me to dress and act like I belonged in whatever situation I might be in. But with Donovan now in the picture, tonight would no doubt be . . . interesting.
The snug black leather skirt was smooth beneath my palm as I gave it a single tug to take it from where it had scooted up to just below crotch level. In my other hand I held the small clutch containing cash, ID, and the invitation to the Inner Circle.
A cool, clean-scented wind brushed my legs, which were bare save for the specially equipped studded-leather ankle cuff. Martinez had designed the cuff to include a gadget that hid a high-tech USB device along with a signal scrambler to use when we needed it. Martinez was kick-ass when it came to designing gadgets. From my lipstick camera to the pen that would get me out of deep shit, which I kept in my purse. I only needed to click the pen twice to call in RED agents if an undercover operation went bad.
I slipped my fingers into my Versace clutch and handed a big enough bill to the valet to make his eyes pop out almost as much as they had when he’d gotten a look at me. ‘Take good care of my baby, wont you?” I said, my voice soft and sultry.
His throat worked as he said. “The best,” before giving me a claim ticket that I tucked into my handbag. I winked at him as I saw him look from my breasts to my face. His blush was instantaneous.
My leather corset had a wide V of lace between my breasts. The lace traveled downward and nearly reached my belly before it stopped. The half-carat diamond piercing through my belly button sparkled in the glow of the Crystal Twilight. The lace exposed the swells of either side of my breasts. I wouldn’t have any trouble getting attention tonight. As I turned from the valet, another man took my arm and escorted me to the door, where yet a third man was checking his guest list before allowing members to enter. “Alexi Adams.”
I slipped my invitation from my clutch and handed it to him along with my ID. My ID showed one of the most exclusive addresses in all of Boston. The man returned my ID and the invitation. “Mr. Tarantino himself will join you shortly for the exclusive gathering “ the man said with a slight nod.
I passed him a large bill before walking through the door into the nightclub.
Hey, it was RED’s money.
The music’s beat pulsed through my body as I stepped through the doors of the Crystal Twilight. Smells of alcohol, perfumes, and aftershave swept over me. Georgina had made sure my chin-length hair and makeup were perfect.
My lipstick felt smooth and glossy on my lips, my makeup applied in a way that accented my features. I looked pretty hot if I said so myself.
It was hard to keep from smiling as men literally turned their heads to watch me walk into the club. By their scowls, a few women didn’t seem to appreciate the attention I was getting from their dates as I gently swayed my hips. The click of my heels against the marble floor was nearly lost in the beat of the music.
Only the rich could afford the Crystal Twilight, so it wasn’t as packed as some nightclubs, meaning there was breathing room. From the research I’d done, Lucca Tarantino had ensured this club built its rep as the classiest, most elitist nightclub in Boston.
A long-legged blond stepped in front of me and headed
CHAPTER 12
Leather and lace will take a girl a long way
March 30
Saturday night
The sleek Mercedes convertible registered to Alexi Adams was made just for me and I looked damned good in the sinfully red sports car.
I drove up to the entrance of the Crystal Twilight, near Beacon Hill, and parked the hot little number. The young, overly eager valet opened my door, took my hand, and helped me step out in a smooth movement.
Yep.
His eyes just about popped out of his head. Amazing what a short skirt and a leather-and-lace corset could do to a man.
Years of experience undercover had taught me to dress and act like I belonged in whatever situation I might be in. But with Donovan now in the picture, tonight would no doubt be . . . interesting.
The snug black leather skirt was smooth beneath my palm as I gave it a single tug to take it from where it had scooted up to just below crotch level. In my other hand I held the small clutch containing cash, ID, and the invitation to the Inner Circle.
A cool, clean-scented wind brushed my legs, which were bare save for the specially equipped studded-leather ankle cuff. Martinez had designed the cuff to include a gadget that hid a high-tech USB device along with a signal scrambler to use when we needed it. Martinez was kick-ass when it came to designing gadgets. From my lipstick camera to the pen that would get me out of deep shit, which I kept in my purse. I only needed to click the pen twice to call in RED agents if an undercover operation went bad.
I slipped my fingers into my Versace clutch and handed a big enough bill to the valet to make his eyes pop out almost as much as they had when he’d gotten a look at me. ‘Take good care of my baby, wont you?” I said, my voice soft and sultry.
His throat worked as he said. “The best,” before giving me a claim ticket that I tucked into my handbag. I winked at him as I saw him look from my breasts to my face. His blush was instantaneous.
My leather corset had a wide V of lace between my breasts. The lace traveled downward and nearly reached my belly before it stopped. The half-carat diamond piercing through my belly button sparkled in the glow of the Crystal Twilight. The lace exposed the swells of either side of my breasts. I wouldn’t have any trouble getting attention tonight. As I turned from the valet, another man took my arm and escorted me to the door, where yet a third man was checking his guest list before allowing members to enter. “Alexi Adams.”
I slipped my invitation from my clutch and handed it to him along with my ID. My ID showed one of the most exclusive addresses in all of Boston. The man returned my ID and the invitation. “Mr. Tarantino himself will join you shortly for the exclusive gathering “ the man said with a slight nod.
I passed him a large bill before walking through the door into the nightclub.
Hey, it was RED’s money.
The music’s beat pulsed through my body as I stepped through the doors of the Crystal Twilight. Smells of alcohol, perfumes, and aftershave swept over me. Georgina had made sure my chin-length hair and makeup were perfect.
My lipstick felt smooth and glossy on my lips, my makeup applied in a way that accented my features. I looked pretty hot if I said so myself.
It was hard to keep from smiling as men literally turned their heads to watch me walk into the club. By their scowls, a few women didn’t seem to appreciate the attention I was getting from their dates as I gently swayed my hips. The click of my heels against the marble floor was nearly lost in the beat of the music.
Only the rich could afford the Crystal Twilight, so it wasn’t as packed as some nightclubs, meaning there was breathing room. From the research I’d done, Lucca Tarantino had ensured this club built its rep as the classiest, most elitist nightclub in Boston.
A long-legged blond stepped in front of me and headed
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