Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
I called my benefactor and reported my presence. He told me to wait. I asked how long, and he hung up on me. Rude, but when you pay me twenty thousand dollars and save Mr and Mrs Sheridan’s family bar, I’ll deal with some rudeness. Seems like my job in Vegas is going to be much the same as my job in Salvation — drink at the bar and see what happens.
And then it happens. She, happens.
She smells clean, like fresh linen, as she slides up to the bar beside me. I glance over and see a flash of blonde hair. The smooth, shining kind you usually only see in commercials. Fine and yet smooth. Elegantly curled at the tips so it waves over her shoulder, framing what I already know will be a pretty face, one of true character.
“What are you drinking, cowboy?”
“Hm?” I’m surprised that she spoke to me. I’ve heard about this. I know what kind of woman strikes up conversations with single men in Vegas hotel lobbies. I feel a brief flash of disappointment, a little tingle of regret that comes with having my illusions shattered.
“What are you drinking?”
I still haven’t looked at her face. I get the sense she’s smiling.
“Ale.”
“Ale,” she repeats. “An old-fashioned drink. I’ll have a gin martini, thank you.”
She’s bold. And very confident in her charm.
“How many men buy you drinks when you give them that line?”
“All of them.”
I look at her and she smiles. A bright, megawatt smile that is as beautiful as it is impish, as intelligent as it is sexual. This woman is seduction itself. And she is the woman in the picture. The one I was sent to find. The one I am supposed to subdue. She is standing next to me, trying to seduce me, or at very least, use me for a drink.
“Alright,” I drawl. “Gin martini, please.”
The bartender manifests the beverage as asked. It’s all so easy here in this magical city where any desire can be fulfilled. Wine. Sex. Whatever you want, it’s here and it’s probably on tap.
The woman is wearing a white pantsuit. Elegant, clean lines. A little masculine, but in a way that intrigues. She is an incredible creature. The man in black called her an angel, and I can see why.
“You’re not like the ones they usually send,” she says, having taken a sip of her wine. She captures me in her laughing gaze.
“Oh?” I don’t react to the quip about the others. I figured I wasn’t the first to be approached, and I guess I won’t be the last.
“They start to sweat when they see me. Their palms go all clammy…” She reaches out and takes my hand. “But you. You’re dry. You’re not afraid. And you’re not excited.”
“I suppose I’ve lived a life of excitement.”
“But you are here to capture me, no?”
“Capture?” I shrug. “I guess that’s one word for it.”
She laughs, and it is a very pretty sound. “Did they tell you why?”
“Man said you were an angel.”
“He didn’t lie,” she says. “I am.”
I don’t know what I’m mixed up in. A kinky sex game between rich people? Some kind of estranged husband and wife hate fucking each other long distance using ex-soldiers as cock proxies? I don’t know. What I do know is this stunning creature wants sex. It oozes from her. When her eyes meet mine, there is intense seduction there. She needs me.
I respond to that need. I can’t help it. I am a man, and she is the kind of woman who enchants men, bewitches them.
“What’s your name, cowboy?”
“Keith Starlight.”
“Pretty name,” she says. “I’m Katya. Don’t worry about my last name. It won’t ever be useful to you.”
I chuckle. Her last name would be mighty useful for tracking her, but I guess that portion of the job is finished. I know where she is now, I just have to work out how to get her contained, as the man in black requested.
Katie takes care of that herself. She finishes her martini and coils a finger at me. I find myself following her to the elevator, and then to the third floor, and then to the third room on the right. Not my room. Hers.
I hesitate before entering, but this woman grips me by the lapels and draws me in. Before I get my balance, her lips are on mine. Red lips that taste of wine and something much sweeter. My head spins. My pulse quickens. Blood flows between my legs, erection rising. I’m not thinking anymore. I’m reacting to her, following her lead. She is half my size and my quarry, but I am absolutely in thrall to her as she presses her body against mine, smoothing her hand up my thigh until she finds the pocket where the angel hunting tool hides.
“Is your pocket vibrating, or are you happy to see me?”