Page 76 of Carnal Risk

“I thought you didn’t bring people here…outsiders.”

“That night I brought you, that was a members only event, which is typical. I only allow these kinds of charity galas a few times a year. We’re raising money for some of the local rescues that I told you about, which is another reason I was hesitant to cancel. We’re talking about millions of dollars that people are depending on receiving.” Garrett leaned in to whisper to her. “And many of these folks are undercover.”

“Really?”

“There was no way this was happening without it.”

“You’re certain we’re safe?”

“Yes, in the context that there’s security. But don’t forget that it’s likely the killer is among us. Stay in the main rooms. And whatever happens, do not leave the building, understand?”

“No, of course not,” Selby agreed.

“I need to talk to a few key players tonight, make sure the crumbs are sprinkled about. Lars should be here soon.” Garrett scanned the room and waved him over. “Ah, there he is. Why don’t you stay with him while I take care of things? But don’t get too comfortable.”

His seductive tone rolled over her like an erotic wave, her core tightening in anticipation. As she turned to greet Lars, the fabric of her dress brushed the pearl, causing her clit to quiver in arousal. She gave a soft gasp, her eyes meeting Garrett’s. He gave her a knowing smile.

“Everything okay?” Lars asked, taking her off guard.

“Yes, thanks.” Selby stumbled over her words, still focused on Garrett.

“We got business, remember, you two? You got time for that later,” Lars scolded playfully. “You mind if I take your girl for a dance?”

“Not at all.” Garrett raised an eyebrow at her. “Selby?”

“Sure, thanks.” She extended her hand to Lars, but accepted a small kiss from Garrett.

As he gave her a small embrace, his lips skimmed her ear. “Don’t come without me, sweetheart?”

“You have,” she glanced up to the grandfather clock, “exactly forty-five minutes.”

“It’s a date.” He winked at her and walked off into the crowd.

“You guys are on a date. Nice,” Lars commented.

“He tortures me,” she laughed.

“I don’t want to know, do I?”

“Maybe, but I’m not telling. Shall we?”

“Fred Astaire, baby. Get ready.” Lars winked.

Selby laughed as she and Lars danced to a waltz. They’d chatted for nearly thirty minutes straight about her jump, and shared stories from past assignments. She realized how long it had been since they’d talked, and found that she was actually beginning to relax. She saw Beckett approach and gave him a sympathetic smile. Lars slowed, and turned to him.

“Can I cut in?” he asked, a bloom of pink brushing over his pale cheeks.

Lars gave Selby a shrug and she nodded. “Of course.”

“I’ll be right over there,” he told her.

Selby smiled as Beckett awkwardly put his arm around her. She guessed from his stiff posture that perhaps he’d taken dance lessons, but hadn’t quite gotten the hang of it. His tall stature compared to her small frame made it difficult for her to see his eyes. She held her arms firm, praying he wouldn’t make an attempt to pull her in close.

“You’re Garrett’s girlfriend, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she replied, without hesitation this time.

“I knew it. I never lost an argument.”