“Policia?” she mused, her eyes flashing.
He’d made a single mistake, one that could cost him. Tonight, he was a Frenchman, the terminology entirely different than his native country. “The Monte Carlo police division is well known throughout the world as being brutal.” The lie sounded plausible. The second shimmer of her eyes indicated she wasn’t entirely certain whether he was telling the truth.
“You have the situation wrong. I need to see some identification, Mr. Know it All,” she barked, throwing out her arm, beckoning with her fingers.
Chuckling, he was becoming more and more fascinated with the woman.
Challenging.
Breathtaking.
A pain in his ass.
He dug into his pocket, holding out his credentials at least long enough for her to see the official police department seal. “As you can see, I’m a member of the Monaco police force as well as serve as security for the casino and hotel. Now, we need to talk about your misguided behavior.”
“Misguided behavior. Interesting. Then you should…” She cut her sentence short and closed her eyes. “Where are you taking me, Mr. Police Officer?”
“Then you admit your crime?”
“Fine. I’ll admit to cheating as well as wretched behavior unbecoming a woman. I’m a terrible thief taking money from the mouths of babes. Take me to your superiors so we can get this straightened out.”
Wrath pulled her against the heat of his chest, drinking in her perfume, enjoying the hell out of her sarcasm. His mind shifted to the filthy things he was going to do to this girl, the stern discipline he was going to give her. His mouth watered to the point he was fearful she’d gather a scent of his raging libido. “You do understand the harsh punishment that is in store for you, yes? We do not take kindly to foreigners believing they can, how do you say, dupe us.” He was careful not to give away his intense desire, his cock pushing hard against the tight confines of his very expensive tux. He could tell she’d grown impatient with their banter.
“Dupe you? Jesus.” She rubbed her forehead, obviously exasperated. “Look, Marco or Polo or whatever the hell your name is, any punishment that you decide is fine. I’ll do it. Let’s just get this over with.”
“Then you agree to the deal in order to keep you out of jail? A woman with some incredible beauty would not do well behind thick iron bars.” Wrath certainly appreciated a woman who had balls larger than the majority of men he’d come in contact with.
She tipped her head, staring into his eyes. Hers were the bluest he’d ever seen, mesmerizing in their intensity, filling his mind with even more vile thoughts. “Agreed. Mr. Policeman.”
This might just turn out to be a fabulous evening after all.
Sophia Waters kept the hundreds of nasty words that remained in the back of her mind off her tongue. She’d been told by the powers that be in the freaking casino that she wouldn’t be hassled in her attempt to draw out the motherfucking asshole assassin who’d cut her first vacation in six years short. Why her? Weren’t there more qualified agents?
“We need a woman to go in, a beautiful woman and someone he won’t suspect. The assassin in question is cunning, able to take out his mark in mere minutes. We have no idea whether he’ll be in Monte Carlo, but we certainly can’t take that chance. He’s managed to elude twenty-five different officers of the law in five countries. That isn’t going to happen on my watch.”
He? The FBI had no clue who the man was, his identity reduced to being called The Player.
She’d heard the crap spewed out of her director’s mouth more than once, but she’d been offered no choice in the decision.
Huffing, she curtailed her anger long enough to gaze into the police officer’s eyes. They were the most intense shade of green, an interesting contrast to his inkjet black hair. He was roughhewn and exotic, the combination deadly to the woman buried inside.
While the tailored tux was able to hide a portion of the man’s stunning physique, she could tell he’d spent countless days at the gym, honing his sculpted ass and muscular legs. She was disgusted to say that the man turned her on. Maybe her hungerwas out of control since it had been a solid eight, no, nine months since she’d had sex with anyone.
And the last event had been more like a circus.
“Please put your hands behind your back,” the officer said.
“Excuse me?” she asked, finally managing to jerk all the way out of his hold. The little voice inside her head, as well as her intense years of training, told her the man was hiding something.
His identity for one. Or maybe his proclivities.
However, the credentials looked real enough and she certainly couldn’t afford to have her cover blown. Not when she was this close to achieving her mission.Play along. Gather information. Turn his ass in as an imposter.
She curtailed her inner voice, realizing that she hadn’t been undercover in years, something she couldn’t take lightly.
He flipped the handcuffs from his pocket, shaking his head as he stared at her intently. The entire hallway was full of people, men and women already gawking at the ongoing scene. He seemed quite pleased with himself that he was humiliating her.
“I said I’d come with you,” she said under her breath.You asshole, jerkoff. Piece of shit. So much for her resolve. Her boss was going to have her head on a platter. That was the bottom line truth. The man she was trying to protect should be here any second. How in the hell was she going to get herself out of this? The sexy police officer’s superiors couldn’t be that far away. “I don’t think we need to go that far.”
