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  “Can you chew that any louder?” Cage asked, smirking.

  To answer his question I blew a bubble and popped it next to his ear.

  “Nice.” He sounded annoyed, but it was easy to tell he wasn’t. Cage was wearing a short black wig that was Birdy’s too. It actually looked good on him, but I figured with those blue eyes and his drool-worthy face, anything would. I’d found one of Brian’s tees left in Birdy’s room. Cage wore that instead of his standard button down, and he wore his jeans and the casual tweed jacket he’d already been wearing. “You look hot, by the way.”

  I popped another bubble. “I know, darlin’.”

  He groaned. “That accent. She bought it?”

  I pretended exasperation. “Why sir, are you questioning my acting skills?”

  Cage chuckled. “I wouldn’t dream of it, madam.” He tipped an invisible hat.

  A doorman pushed open the lobby doors.

  “Thanks, darlin’.” I patted the man on the arm. He responded by giving me a strange look.

  Cage took my elbow and steered me toward the front desk. “I’ll do the talking, if you don’t mind.”

  “Fine,” I hissed.

  “Can I help you?”

  “I hope so, little lady,” Cage said in a perfectly sexy Texas drawl. He turned his body so his back was facing me and all of his attention was on the girl working the front desk. She blushed. “I’d like a room. Your finest, if you please?”

  All the blood drained from my face. We hadn’t discussed that.

  “Of course, let me have a look.” She clicked keys on the computer. “We have one suite available. It doesn’t have the best view, but it’s one of our nicer suites.”

  Cage slapped his hand on the counter. “We’ll take it.” He pulled out his wallet. “How much?”

  “That’ll be twenty-two hundred dollars.” She seemed to be waiting for him to freak out.

  But he didn’t. He kept his cool. I was freaking out though. Big time. On the inside, anyway. Outwardly I smiled, though I felt my lips tremble. We didn’t have that much cash.

  Cage opened his wallet and slapped down a credit card as well as his ID. It was one of the firm’s credit cards.

  The front desk clerk picked up the card and his ID. She glanced at the picture and then at Cage. “I dyed it for the little lady.” He pointed his thumb at me. “I think it looks all right though, don’t you?”

  “Yes, it’s great.” She clicked some keys. Her brow furrowed. “Is the address on the ID still current?”

  “Yeah, I know. I sound like a man from Texas. I grew up there, but now I’m living the New York dream. Gotta show my pretty filly here around in style, ya know?”

  She smiled sweetly. “That’s very thoughtful.”

  I wondered if she knew where his address was. Hopefully not, because the part of town he lived it was nice too. She seemed to buy it, though. Or didn’t care. I was relieved he used his company card. Hopefully he wouldn’t get in trouble.

  “Everything is in order. Will it be for just one night?”

  “Damn straight.”

  “Just sign here then, Mr. Devereux, and you’re done.”

  He signed.

  She handed him the key card. “Any luggage?”

  “Nope. Won’t need it.” He winked and tapped the card on the counter. “Thank you kindly. Oh, and by the by, a Miss Morrell will be stopping by around four o’clock asking for my pretty filly here, Samantha Goodwin. Please give her our room number and let her up, would ya?”

  “Of course. Anything else?”

  “Nope, that oughtta do it.” He glanced at me. I was doing my best not to start laughing. “Well, yes. Can you send up a bottle of your best champagne as well?”

  “Right away, sir.”

  She picked up the phone and asked that a bottle be delivered to our room.

  As soon as the elevator closed behind us, I burst out laughing. “Now I’m a filly?”

  He pushed his body against mine, letting me feel he had an erection. “The prettiest damn filly I ever seen,” he murmured against my neck. “There’s cameras. Ham it up.” He kissed my neck lightly. “I’m liking this undercover stuff with you.”

  My heart raced. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer. I was supposed to be pretending, but my pussy was wet. I wanted him to take me in the elevator.

  CHAPTER 8

  Katie

  The suite was decadent, with a grand foyer at the entrance. A large spray of fresh flowers sat on a round cherry wood table. The floor was white marbled porcelain. The walls were beige with white accents.

  “Whoa, this is nice,” I said, spinning in a circle. Birdy and I had been friends a long time and, because of her dragging me to parties, I’d been to lots of extravagant places, but I’d never been inside such a fancy hotel room. All the furnishings looked handcrafted and stained a dark cherry with gilded highlights.

  “Not bad,” Cage said. I could tell he was as impressed as I was. The sitting area had a dark wood floor with a blue and gold area rug. A large flat screen TV was suspended over a fireplace. Windows on either side of the fireplace wore tan drapes that hung to the floor. Across from the fireplace was a thick stuffed couch and a glass coffee table. Two blue and gold striped chairs had their backs to the fireplace.

  I sat on the couch. “That was some fine acting, darlin’.” I rested my head against the cushion. I heard Cage come over.

  “Thank you kindly.”

  I cracked an eye. Cage’s eyes were roaming my body. Butterflies took flight between my legs. “What are you doing?” I asked, biting my lip.

  “Well, ma’am, I just spent over two grand on this here suite, I think you ought to check it out with me, do all sorts of ohhh-ing and ahhh-ing. Then once we find the bedroom, pleasure me to my liking.” His eyes twinkled as he spoke.

  I liked the sound of that. “We’ll see.” I took his outstretched hand and stood. I could feel my ass cheeks hanging out of Birdy’s tiny black dress and went to fix it.

  He glanced back. “Don’t bother. That’s a fine view.”

  I blushed. Couldn’t help it. But I didn’t move the dress either.

  We checked out the suite together. From the sitting room we found our way into what looked like a dining-slash-meeting room. The table was black cherry wood and shiny. It sat eight. The chairs were overstuffed and had old world charm.

  Cage leaned on the table. “Solid.” He winked.

  I wanted to blush at the implication, but didn’t. Instead I went to one of the chairs and bounced. “Sturdy.”

  He pulled out the chair next to mine and did the same. “Very nice.” He took my hand and said, “Let’s see what else this place has to offer.”

  There was a private office and a half bath for guests.

  I opened a door. It was a small room. “This isn’t the master, is it?”

  “Not sure.” Cage went in. I followed. The floor was wood and had an area rug similar to the one in the sitting room. The bed looked to be a double or maybe a queen. A flat screen TV sat on a chest of drawers across from the bed. The room had its own bathroom and a small desk with enough room for a laptop. Cage fell back on the bed. “Firm with just the right amount of bounce.”

  I sat next to him. “You’re right, darlin’.” From where we laid I could see into the bathroom. It was nice, with a stand up shower and double vanity.

  “Let’s go find the master.”

  Before we located it, there was a knock. Cage opened the door. “Your champagne, sir. Where would you like it?”

  “The master bedroom, if you please.” Cage winked at me.

  I hid a smile. He’d let the waiter show us where it was.

  “Of course.” The overweight male with curly brown hair wheeled the cart down a short hall and pushed open the double doors. He placed the cart at the end of a gigantic bed dressed in crisp white. It was a stark contrast to the deep red carpet. Overhead hung a black and gold chandelier.

  “The champagne is chi
lled; would you like me to pour you each a glass?” the waiter asked.

  “No thank you,” Cage said.

  I was disappointed. The champagne chilled in a pewter chest. Two glasses sat next to a covered tray.

  “Very well.” He removed the lid and revealed chocolate covered strawberries. “Compliments of the hotel,” he said.

  “Excellent.” Cage slapped the kid on the back and walked him out.

  I didn’t see what kind of a tip Cage gave him, but I heard the exclamation in the kid’s voice, so I knew it had to be a good one.

  “Did you just make that kid’s day, darlin’?”

  “Probably.” Cage glanced at his watch, pulled a Wint-O-Green Life Saver from his pocket. “It’s three-thirty. You want one?” He offered me a Life Saver.

  “No, thanks.” I was too nervous for candy, even the minty kind. But I eyed the champagne. Chloe would arrive soon. It wouldn’t do to talk to her tipsy.

  Cage popped one in his mouth, slid his jacket off, and hung it over a chair. Then he pulled the gun from the waist of his pants.

  The sight of it terrified and fascinated me. I’d never seen one up close. My parents didn’t believe in them. They had their hippy-dippy beliefs and I hated to admit some of them had left an impression.

  Cage clapped his hands, rubbing them together. That snapped me out of it.

  “Allrighty then. You gonna pleasure me, woman?”

  I burst out laughing. “Darlin,’ it should be a pleasure just to be in my presence.”

  Cage lunged across the bed, pulling me down on top on him. The smirk on his face disappeared. In its place was a soft joy. “It is a pleasure, Dandelion.”

  I pressed my forehead against his. Our eyes met. Mine crossed and I giggled, rolling off him. Our heads rested against each other. I wanted to take our budding whatever the fuck was happening between us to the next level, but then what? “I was full of confidence when I called Morrell Headquarters. I was nearly cocky when I called Chloe. Now I’m petrified.”

  Cage turned on his side. “It’ll be fine. I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

  My eyes found the gun resting against the bedside table. Cage followed my eyes. “It won’t come to that. Don’t worry.” His fingers reached out and pushed some stray blond hair from my wig out of my face. “I like you better as a brunette.”

  I smiled, tugging on his black wig. “I think you look much better with black hair, sweet thing. You should keep it.” It was a total lie, but I kept my face serious.

  Cage’s gorgeous blue eyes widened. “Serious?”

  I touched his cheek. “Very. Discuss it with your hair stylist.”

  His mouth fell open. The look on his face was a priceless combination of mortification and shock.

  My lips twitched as I struggled to keep a straight face. “You don’t agree?” I turned away, trying to hide my smile.

  He growled, resting his head against my shoulder. “Fuck. You scared me. I was beginning to question your tastes.”

  I feigned shock. “Unbelievable, darlin’. Just my soft southern drawl should convince you of my impeccable taste.”

  He pushed himself up so that his chest rested against my arm and my breast. My nipple immediately tightened. His eyes focused on my lips. I licked them. “That’s debatable,” he whispered.

  Then he kissed me, a hungry kiss that I felt between my thighs and all the way down to my toes. I kissed him back, opening my mouth, finding his tongue with my own. He shifted so that he was on top of me.

  “I want this damn wig off,” he said against my mouth.

  “What about Chloe?”

  “We have time for a kiss,” he said.

  “Okay.” I wasn’t going to argue. I ran my hands over his back and down his arms, feeling the definition in his muscles. His hands trailed fire along my jawline, neck, and shoulders. Knowing we didn’t have a lot of time kept us both from going too far, so we kissed and kissed and kissed. It was amazing. I had never made out with a guy and not had sex—not even with Reid. He’d only ever given me chaste closed mouth kisses. It made me wonder what the fuck I ever saw in Reid. Was it the stability? I didn’t know. Shut up, I told myself.

  Cage’s breath tasted like the Life Saver he’d stuck in his mouth. He passed it into my mouth. I sucked it, then his tongue, enjoying the minty flavor, then passed it back.

  Cage groaned. “What time is it?” He checked his watch, then jumped up. “Fuck. It’s after four.”

  “Shit.”

  Cage climbed off the bed. He was sporting a huge tent in his pants.

  “Not good,” I said.

  “You’re not much better.” He nodded to me. I sat up. My black lace bra was exposed and my dress was around my waist, making my black lace thong completely visible too. “I so want to taste you, Dandelion.”

  A shudder of longing coursed through my body. I swallowed. “After.” If it wasn’t so important I talk to Chloe I’d say fuck it and not answer the door.

  Cage nodded.

  I ran into the bathroom. “My makeup is everywhere,” I said, taking a tissue and dabbing at it.

  “You look fantastic,” he said, coming up behind me and rubbing his erection against my ass.

  “Not helping,” I moaned, grabbing the counter to steady myself.

  “I know.” He kissed the back of my neck.

  I glared. “How it is you look perfect?”

  A huge grin spread over his face. “It’s my man magic.” He chuckled.

  “Jerk.”

  He leaned against the counter. “You have something right there.” He licked his finger and touched my cheek, then showed me an eyelash. “Make a wish.”

  I crossed my arms. “It’s got your man-magic saliva all over it.”

  “Don’t worry. Close your eyes and wish.”

  I did, thinking about what I wanted to wish for. Ideas ran through my mind. Like, Birdy would be released from jail. I’d find out who killed Reid. Griffin… I paused. What did I wish where he was concerned? That he’d be happy. And Cage. What was my wish with him? That he would kiss me. I felt myself smile.

  “You gonna stand there all day, sweet cheeks?” His Texas accent was back. I kind of liked it.

  “Maybe.” But I opened my eyes and blew. The lash came off.

  “What did you wish for?”

  “Not telling.” I walked out of the bathroom, past the rumpled covers on the bed, down the hall, and into the sitting room.

  “Fine. But the whole not telling so your wish comes true is a myth.”

  I dropped onto the couch. “Really? How do you figure?”

  He sat beside me. “You need to say your wish out loud so the Universe can hear you.”

  “That so?” I picked up the bag I’d left on the coffee table and dug for my phone to check for a phone call or texts, but then I remembered I’d blocked my caller ID so Chloe couldn’t trace who I really was. Duh!

  Cage checked his watch. “Is Chloe really coming, or did you use this as an excuse to get me alone in a hotel room?” He was joking. I could tell, but I still felt like I needed to defend myself.

  “I swear I spoke to her and told her to meet us here.”

  “I believe you.” He reached out and touched my knee. “It’s just, if she isn’t coming, I have other plans for you. This hotel room won’t go to waste.”

  I nodded. “Let’s give her until five. Maybe she thought I said five.” I knew that wasn’t the case, but I really hoped she’d show.

  “Fine.”

  I turned toward him. “What should we talk about?”

  He thought a minute. “How about the fantasy we want Revelry to fix up for us?”

  “’Kay. Tell me one of your fantasies.”

  CHAPTER 9

  Katie

  Cage’s eyes narrowed. “Let’s see.” He looked at the ceiling, leaning his head against the edge of the couch. “A relatively mellow one, at least I’ve always thought so, is I’d like to watch a girl pleasure herself.”


  “Oh.” My cheeks got hot. I immediately thought of Griffin and me, and the way he’d told me to fuck myself. I hadn’t thought I would enjoy something like that, but in the moment I’d liked it a lot. And watching him? It’d turned me on. It was turning me on again.

  “What? Not something you’d ever do?” He lifted his head. “Or…” he smiled. “You’ve done it before?”

  “Well, yes. But don’t get the wrong idea.” My cheeks burned hotter.

  “What kind of ideas do you think I’m getting?” One side of Cage’s mouth lifted.

  “Like that I’m into kinky stuff.”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “Like, whips or blindfolds. Handcuffs and stuff.” I was sure my face was as red as the carpet in the master bedroom.

  “Hm, have you ever tried?”

  “No.” I looked away, then turned back. “Have you?”

  “I haven’t. But I’ve thought about it. What it would be like to—”

  “Dominate women?” I finished, scooting away from him.

  He sat up. “Sure,” he said cautiously. “And be dominated. I’m equal opportunity.”

  “Oh. Well I don’t think I’d like it.” I tightened my arms closer to my body.

  “Do you know anything about it?” Cage asked softly.

  “No. Do you?”

  He laughed. “You’re good at turning around the question.”

  I smiled. “Yeah, it’s the lawyer in me, I guess.”

  Cage looked at his watch for the tenth time. “It’s four forty five. Let’s pop that champagne.” He stood.

  “I’m going to call Chloe. See if she’ll answer.”

  He moved toward the hall. “Good idea.” He disappeared.

  I dialed Chloe’s cell number. It rang twice, then there were three beeping noises followed by an automated voice: we’re sorry, this number is no longer in service, blah, blah, blah.

  I hung up and hit redial.

  “Fuck!”

  Cage reappeared. He was holding a chocolate covered strawberry. “Any luck?” He took a bite.

  I tossed my phone back in my bag. “The number’s been disconnected.”