“Hey, handsome, care to buy me a drink?”
Flynn looked down at the skinny redhead sporting a badly fitting green bikini. He smiled politely and figured why the hell not? It was a night to celebrate and everyone had to make a living. “Sure,” he said.
She pressed her bosom against his arm and ran her fingers along his thigh. “That’s real sweet of you.” As she smiled up at him, he felt a wave of nausea rush through him. Not for her, but for how she was forced to pander herself for a living. Just as he was about to move away, two more “servers” moved in on him and before he knew it, he was surrounded by women.
He looked over to the boys for some help and all he got for his trouble was barn door sized grins and shaking heads.
“Ryker, what do expect? You’re prettier than the girls!” Jack said, laughing.
“Ladies, ladies!” Flynn said, throwing his hands up and backing out of the throng. “Drinks on me. Whatever you want.”
The bikini squad squealed, squeezed most of his body parts in gratitude, and hurried off to place their orders. His tab was going to be astronomical, but it was worth it. He needed some breathing room if he was going to enjoy himself tonight. He looked around the room feeling like some sport, but he knew he wasn’t going to find his type here. Hookers and strippers had been his father’s choice of companionship, not Flynn’s. Besides, even if he rolled in this direction, these girls had seen better days. They were drug-haggard or man-eaters.
So when he looked up from his club soda to say something to Jack about a case he was collaborating on, his eyes caught sight of a bodacious little number in a spiky blue wig with full pouty lips, a body that was custom made for his dick, and a look that could kill. His jaw dropped as a violent wave of desire swept through him. “Fuck me,” he mouthed.
When her glossy pink lips turned up into an “I’m-so-going-to-work-you-over” smile, he knew life as he’d always known it would cease to exist if he went there. On that note, he mentally drew the line in the sand and dug his heels in. He would resist.
Look at him, Izzy thought. He has to bat them off with a stick. Guys like him were cut from the same cheating cloth as her father, Lord Humps-A-Lot. Too damn good looking, too damn superior, and too damn arrogant. He was just the kind of guy Izzy wanted to sink her claws into and shred.
She had just found her mark.
Putting her best strut on, Izzy moved into the room, her eyes on the prize. The closer she got to him, the more her body warmed. He stood there, blatantly giving her a long leisurely up-and-down. He was a magnificent specimen. At least six four. Thick black hair, cropped short on the sides, a little longer on top. Blue eyes that snapped, crackled, and popped with all kinds of hidden wickedness.
Her breath grew heavier, as if the room was suddenly losing oxygen. Her nipples tightened and she knew, as his eyes dropped to her chest, they were clearly defined against the thin pink material of her bikini. The inexplicable urge to fling it off and shove her breasts in his face overcame her.
If she listened to the warning bells ringing in her ears, she’d turn left or right and pick another mark. She ignored them, too intrigued by the man with the taunting smile to give the warnings bells serious credence. When his blue eyes meandered back to hers, holding her gaze, his full lips slowly rose at the corners and she knew she was going to regret every minute spent in his presence. He was something she had never allowed herself to experience before: a mature, confident, red-blooded male who oozed sex appeal and who, she instinctively realized, knew his way around a woman’s body.
Yeah, she was positive that if she let him, he would make her feel things she’d only dreamed about. And she’d want more.
Danger,danger, her brain screamed. Her heart, the one that yearned for the information she needed, trumped it.
She might get hurt by this man, but it could never hurt as much as finding out you had a sister one minute and losing her the next.
He was a means to an end. Seduce him. Drug him. Video his badness, then hand it over for information.
Chapter Three
“I’m not like the rest of them,” the hot little number in the pink bikini said as she virtually floated toward Flynn. Her voice was soft and breathy, a paradoxical mix of innocence and sexy that went straight to his dick. She didn’t have to tell him what his eyes and instincts plainly knew.
Flynn grinned, resisting the urge to slam her against the wall and drill into her. “No, you’re not,” he answered. “You’re in a league of your own.”
Her vivid sea green eyes flashed. “I don’t fuck my customers.”
The minute she said the word fuck, his dick leapt aggressively against his jeans. Without blinking he asked, “What constitutes a customer?”
“Someone who buys me a drink or pays for a lap dance.”
“Then I won’t buy you a drink or pay for a lap dance.”
Her smile widened, the gesture tugging at his swelling groin. She had straight white teeth and luscious lips. She smelled like bubble gum. Suddenly he was craving bubble gum.
“I’m still not going to fuck you.”
“Why not?”
“Because guys like you think you can fuck any girl.”
Flynn grinned and moved into her, backing her into the corner. He put his arms on either side of her head, liking just about everything about her, including her potty mouth. “I don’t think I can fuck any girl, I know I can.” He dipped his head down and inhaled the sweet warmth of her. “But I only pick girls who want to fuck me.” He laughed softly. “And, tiny dancer, your ‘fuck-me’ pheromones are screaming loud and clear to my ‘I-want-to-fuck-you-back’ receptors.”
He had the pleasure of watching a rosy blush erupt across her plump cleavage.
“Is that any way to talk to a lady?”
“You are not a lady. You’re a wildcat I want to tame.” He lowered his lips to hers. “I want to feel those nails in my back.”
She gasped, making her lips brush against his. The contact was electric. They started as if they’d been shocked. Unmoving, they stared at the other. “You need to back off,” she said breathlessly, trying to duck under his arms. He body-blocked her.
“You came on to me first, tiny dancer. Can’t handle the heat?”
Throwing her head back, she narrowed her eyes. “I’ve handled men like you before.”
Abruptly, Flynn was pulled away by Justin, one of Jack’s old Army buddies who was also an LT at SFPD. Flynn had worked with Justin a few times over the years. Mostly case info sharing. “Dude, you’re obstructing the view,” Justin said.
Justin slapped Flynn on the back and waved a hundred-dollar bill under the saucy little dancer’s nose. The gesture and what it implied pissed Flynn off. He didn’t want her dancing for anyone but him.
“What’s your name, sweet thing?” Justin asked.
“Wild Style,” she said in the breathy voice that shot straight to Flynn’s dick. It jerked. He bet she was.
“Wild Style,” Justin said, making a deep sweeping bow. “How about you get your wild style over there by our bachelor and give him a dance that’ll make him wish he’d never met his fiancée?”
The blue-haired, bubble gum-lipped little dancer smiled and said, “It would be my pleasure.”
Justin grinned and slid his hand around her tiny waist and led her off to the opposite side of the room. Flynn stood scowling after them, trying to understand the anger swirling in his gut.