Sighing, I glanced at myself in the mirror. My hair was perfectly coifed and my black dress hugged my curves. Going undercover as a prostitute wasn’t what I would’ve chosen on this case, but it was the only card I had to play. “Here goes nothing,” I mumbled.
When I walked out, Jason’s jaw clenched and instead of acknowledging me, he went straight for the door, opening it wide. He had both of our bags draped across his shoulder, and when I tried to grab mine, he gripped it tighter. Rolling my eyes, I strolled past him toward the elevator and pressed the button.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked.
I snorted. “I’m always ready. You?”
The elevator door opened and he followed me in, dropping our bags to the floor. Snaking his arm around my waist, he pulled me in close. I tried to stop from shivering and failed. He chuckled and slid his hand lower, but I knew what he was up to. Instead of removing his hand, I stood there, smirking.
“Very good, firecracker. I guess you are ready. Now what are you going to do if I do this?” He caged me in and backed me up against the wall, pressing his body into mine. His lips were so close I could feel his breath on my neck.
“I told you I’m fully dedicated to this case. I knew what I was going to have to do with you. It’s a small price to pay.”
“And with the men we investigate . . . are you prepared to fuck them too?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I have my own agenda for them. And let’s get this straight, I have no plans on fucking anyone while I’m here.”
“Why not, you married?”
“No.”
“Boyfriend?” he asked.
“Why do you want to know?”
He shrugged. “Don’t want him trying to kick my ass after he finds out what we’ve done together.”
“And what exactly is that?”
He smacked my ass and winked. “You’ll see.” The elevator doors opened and we stepped out into the lobby, his arm securely around my waist, with our bags hanging on his shoulder. A black limousine waited for us outside. Jason guided me toward the door as the driver opened it. “In you go.” I slid in and he joined me, his thigh brushing mine. “Caesar’s Palace,” he commanded to the driver.
Jason pressed a button to lift the privacy window. “All right, let’s quickly go over everything. Whatever you do, do not go anywhere out of my sight. I want to keep my eyes on you the entire time.”
“Same goes for you. No horny waitresses, no corner prostitutes, no escorts. I need to make sure you don’t get distracted.”
He chuckled. “Baby, I don’t have to pay for sex. But now that I have you helping out, I might be able to squeeze in some fun time.”
“By all means. Just make sure you go somewhere else and not in our room.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to get us a suite with two rooms. That way we don’t bother each other.”
“As long as they have noise deadening walls, I’m good to go.”
“So you’re a screamer then?”
“What? I was talking about—” I shook my head. “Never mind.”
His laugh made my teeth clench. “Looks like I made someone blush. I think it’s kind of sexy.”
I huffed. “All you’ve done is made my trigger finger twitchy. Keep it up and I’ll be working this case alone.”
The driver dropped us off at Caesar’s Palace and before checking out the casino, Jason reserved us the penthouse suite. It was huge with two bedrooms, the epitome of luxury and elegance.
“You must’ve earned some serious money while you’ve been out here.”
He chuckled. “You have no idea. Pick which room you want and I’ll take the other. I made sure they were on opposite ends so you couldn’t hear the screams of pleasure about to ensue. Wouldn’t want you to get jealous.”
“Jackass,” I mumbled under my breath. “Doesn’t matter much to me.”
“And then once you’re settled we’ll have to work out a system.”
“For what?”
“Like hanging a sock on the door knob when you’re horny and looking for a little of this.” He gestured down his body.
“Oh, good grief. That will never happen. Ever.”