“Hey,” said Colton. “Still atwork?”
“I’m on my way to Incognito,” Crockettsaid.
“Firsttime?”
He blew out a breath. “Yeah. Feels a littleweird.”
“Once you meet her, you’ll get over it. Even if she says she’s on the pill, use a condom. The club provides them, but you’ve got your own,right?”
Crockett squeezed his front pants pocket. “Got ‘em.”
“What are you doing about youraccent?”
“What accent?” Crockett turned onto the mainroad.
“Your Texan one. It’s subtle, but you should hideit.”
“Colton, I’m going to screw this woman, not chat herup.”
After chuckling, Colton said, “Change your speech pattern,then.”
“Is that the lengths you used to goto?”
“Years ago, someone stalked me, so I made adjustments. When our Crockett Boxes roll out next month, you might find yourself in the spotlight. You don’t need your sex life overshadowing your career, especially if you’re trying to do business with theFBI.”
He stopped at a red light. “It might be my name, but you’re the face of Crockett Boxes. Thanks for thepointers.”
“I hope she worksout.”
Crockett ended the call and continued two blocks past his Crystal City office building, parking in the garage beneath the Silver Towers high-rise. After tying on the mask, he exited histruck.
As the elevator whisked him to the twelfth floor, he buttoned his tweed sports jacket.I’m Hunter.Say the damn ‘r’. Hunterrr. Hunterrr. This iscrazy.
The doors slid open and Crockett entered the swanky club. First impressions were favorable. Dim lighting, while a sultry jazz musician crooned quietly from invisible speakers. Classy portraits of nudes hung on the walls. The club was busier than he’d expected on the Tuesday before Christmas. A few well-dressed masked members flirted on the horseshoe-shaped red sofa. None of them wereElectra.
After checking in on the tablet, a pop-up alerted him that his connection hadn’t yet arrived, but he could indicate where he’d be waiting. He selected the lounge, settling into an empty booth tucked in the back of the restaurant. Four giant candelabras anchored each corner while flickering candles adorned the black linen-coveredtables.
Within seconds, an unmasked waiter took his vodka martini order. He relaxed into the cushiony seat while singles, couples, and small groups mingled in the bar on the other side of theroom.
The server delivered his drink, collected the cash. The chilled cocktail slid easily down his throat and he enjoyed another sip before setting the glassdown.
A masked brunette in a low-cut dress slid into the booth. “You’re looking good.” She curled her fingers around the glass and sipped his martini. “I would love to get to know youbetter.”
No small talk and no boundaries, either.“Maybe another time. I’m waiting for myconnection.”
“In the mood for athreesome?”
“Can’t say that I am.” Freewheeling sex wasn’t histhing.
Her smile faded as she slid out of the booth. “If you change your mind, I’m a good time,” she said and headed toward thebar.
A statuesque woman sashayed into the lounge. Her elegance stole his breath.Jesus, it’s her.Electra wore skinny jeans, thigh-high brown suede boots and a white cardigan sweater that spotlighted her protruding nipples. His cock twitched.Nobra.
In those heels she had to be six feet tall. He loved a leggy woman. He pushed out of the booth, slipped a hand into his pocket and waited. She pivoted in his direction. As they eyed each other everything around him faded to black. The only thing that mattered was the sultry blonde gliding his way. Suddenly, the strangest feeling came over him. Likedéjàvu.Here comes LadyLuck.
Heads turned in her direction. The closer she got, the faster excitement coursed through hisveins.
Her hair swished against the top of her shoulders while her hips swayed back and forth. With her eyes pinned on his, she sauntered close enough for him to catch a whiff of her floweryfragrance.