MILITARY ROMANCE: The War Within Himself (Alpha Bad Boy Marine Army Seal) (Contemporary Military Suspense & Thriller Romance) (158 page)

Chapter Two

              Thierry paced the length of the salon’s lobby before he checked his Rolex for the third time.  “Luis, how much longer?”

“You bring me clay, amigo, and demand a diamond,” the darkly handsome stylist reminded him.  “This takes time, no?”

A screech of outrage made both men glance at the curtained back room.  One of Luis’s assistants working back there snapped something in angry Spanish.

“Poke me with that mascara brush again, lady,” a furious voice replied, “and I’m going to break your face.”

Luis eyed Thierry and shrugged.  “Americans.”

A few minutes later the curtains parted and a tall, elegant beauty in skimpy, body-hugging emerald and gold lace stalked out.

Luis’s assistants had swept up her strawberry-blonde hair in a sophisticated twist.  Several long, red-gold wisps framed a face made gorgeous by bronze-shadowed jade eyes and gleaming crimson lips.  Sparkling topazes glittered in her small ears and around the base of her long neck.  When she stopped in front of Thierry, she teetered for a moment on the golden stiletto heels of her skyscraper pumps.

For a moment he considered hauling her into his arms and kissing her breathless, but this was Kate.  His little workhorse.  Steady, dependable, tireless . . . and now so lovely it made his heart hurt to behold her.

Thierry kept his expression bland as he nodded.  “You are perfect.”

“Are you kidding?”  She threw out her arms.  “I look like a Victoria’s secret hooker.”

“Quiet.”  Thierry walked around her, mostly to cover his shock at seeing her transformation.  His American had been hiding lovely breasts, and a heart-shaped bottom that made his cock twitch.  “This is good, I think.  Very convincing.  Luis?”

The Spaniard gave Kate the once-over.  “I would take her to bed.  She busy later?”

“Shut up, Luis,” she snapped at him.  To Thierry she said, “I can’t walk in these shoes. I’m going to fall on my ass.” 

“So you’ll hold onto my arm.”  He offered it to her.  “Come.  We can’t be late.”  He bowed his head to the Spaniard.  “Luis, you are still the master. 
Merci
.”

“I’m glad I’m unhappy,” Kate told Thierry as he marched her out to the waiting limo, “because if I smile my face is going to crack and fall off.  Do you know how many pounds of make-up they troweled on me?”

“You are the trooper,” he assured her as he helped her into the car.  Once inside he gave the driver the address for the party and raised the privacy screen.  “Kate, once we are inside a woman will come to you with something for me.  It will be small.”

“Is it an aspirin?  I need one,” she assured him.

“No, something else.  A disc, perhaps.”  He tried to think of how to tell her to safeguard it without giving away the game.  “Don’t put it your clutch.  It can’t be . . . lost.”

“You want me to stick this thing down my bra, Monsieur?” she asked sweetly.  “Because here’s a news flash:  I’m not wearing one.  Luis stole mine.”

He couldn’t help glancing at the ripe curves of her pretty breasts.  Why had he never noticed until now what a luscious body she had?  “Very well, keep it in your purse until you can pass it to me, or put it in my pocket.”

“Why are you really going to this party?”  When he didn’t answer, she heaved a sigh.  “None of my business.  I’m just fake supermodel arm candy.  Gotcha.”

“You are more than that.  When we get back to Paris, I am sending you to my beach house on the coast.  You can spend a week sunbathing and flirting with Germans.”  He saw the worry in her eyes and took her hand, raising it to his lips.  “It will be fine, Kate.”

              She made a rude sound.  “You’re not wearing a thong made out of dental floss.”

“Waxed, or mint?” he asked gravely, and was rewarded with an unwilling chuckle.  “See?  Your face does not crack off.” 

              “Don’t stand me next to a hot lamp,” she warned.  “I’ll start melting.  Okay, Monsieur, what else do I need to know?”

He laced his fingers through hers.  “Stay close to me tonight – and don’t call me Monsieur.  I am your boyfriend, remember?”

              “My boyfriend, Thierry.  My billionaire boyfriend.  Who dates me because I’m a supermodel.”  Kate’s expression turned rueful.  “Sure, everyone will believe that.”

#

              The driver delivered them to a decrepit villa in Cuitat Vella, the oldest section of the city.  As Kate got out, she eyed two rail-thin prostitutes flanking a burnt-out lamp post.  Other silent guys prowled the sidewalks like strays, probably looking for careless tourists to pick pocket or roll.  Just inside an alleyway Kate saw a third hooker on her knees, busy servicing a heavyset man braced against a crate.

              “You take me to the nicest places,” she mentioned to her boss as he tucked her hand in the crook of his elbow.  “So, are your new friends into the hourly escort business?  Or do they just like living in the red-light district?”

              “That’s El Barrio Chino, by the port.”  He led her up to the villa’s entry, where a bald, linebacker-size doorman peered at them before nodding to Thierry and opening the door.

              Inside flashing disco ball light dazzled Kate’s eyes for a moment.  She froze as she found herself being briskly patted down by another beefy thug.  “Excuse me?”

              “Just a precaution, my dear.  We can’t have weapons in the house.”  A small, dark man in a glittering red sequined jacket waved away the guard.  He then swayed and righted himself with the unsteadiness of someone who was feeling no pain.  “Belanger, so good of you to come.  You are much taller than I thought.  Rosalinda will be so pleased.  She is very tall, too.”

              “A pleasure, Rodrigo.”  Thierry shook hands with him before he turned to Kate.  “This is my mistress, Katrina.” 
              “Like the big storm, eh?”  Rodrigo reached up to pat Kate’s cheek.  “You blow me away, too,
Guapa
.  Now, come.  We have anything you want to drink or smoke.  Or snort, if you care for that sort of thing.”

              Kate could already smell the sickly-sweet stink of cannabis, and held onto Thierry’s arm as they waded across the crowded room.  “Katrina?” she muttered to her boss.  “My name is Kathryn.”

“I don’t want him to know that,” Thierry murmured back.

Kate felt confused.  Instead of designer clothes, everyone seemed to be wearing leather, latex or spandex.  The only accessories she saw were of the sexually titillating variety.  She also felt a rampant, almost frightening lust pervading the room, as if all the other guests were about to jump on each other. 

Her eyes widened as she spotted a busty blonde on all fours and yelping as an older man swatted her with a paddle.  “Uh, honey?  Are we at the wrong party, maybe?”

              Thierry pressed a kiss to her temple and murmured, “Don’t freak out, Kate.  When this is over, I’m giving you a raise.  I promise.”

              “Okay.”  She passed by a mostly-nude woman in handcuffs performing oral sex on a very well-endowed marble statue.  When they reached the bar, a young Spaniard wearing only nipple clamps and a Speedo offered her a drink.  Kate eyed the white high heeled shoe he’d filled with red wine and shook her head.  “
Gracias, pero no.
  Gives me athlete’s mouth.”

              As soon as Rodrigo got their drinks he waved to someone and said to Thierry, “Come upstairs when you’re ready.  Rosalinda and I will join you there.”  He elbowed his way over to an older, smiling man with a much younger woman on a leash.

              “So.”  Kate stood at Thierry’s side watching the festivities while she discreetly watered a potted plant with her champagne.  “How big a raise are we talking here, anyway?”

              “Very big.  Huge.  Gigantic.”  Thierry guided her to a less crowded spot.  “We have to go upstairs and find Rosalinda.  She will give you what I came for.”  His dark eyes searched the room.  “Do not let Rodrigo or anyone see you take it from her.”

              “Sure.”  Kate watched a brunette wedged between two men slapping her face and ass.  “Only first tell me you’re not into this crap, because if you are . . . I’m going to work for Chanel.”

              “I’m not.”  He took hold of her shoulders and made her face him.  “This is not what I thought, but it is important that we find Rosalinda.  Please, Kate.  As soon as we do, we’ll leave.”

              She closed her eyes as he kissed her brow, and fought back the urge to grab his face and drag his mouth down to hers.  “All right.  Let’s go find this lady.”             

Chapter Three             

              As Thierry escorted Kate upstairs, he considered throttling Rosalinda.  For a year they’d communicated about the drop, but never once had she mentioned the party would be for the cartel’s perverts.  If he’d known he would never have dragged his American into this.

For her part Kate seemed to be maintaining her sense of humor, although her cheeks kept pinking.  When they passed the first play room on the upper level she looked and then averted her gaze, her grip on him tightening.

As a designer Thierry could not be shocked by nudity; he considered the human body his blank canvas.  He also had a Frenchman’s decidedly practical attitude about sex and all its variations.  Even so, some of the acts being committed in the glass-paneled rooms still startled and dismayed him.

“This is like hell,” he heard Kate murmur.  “The X-rated version.”

He rubbed his hand along her spine.  “Imagine they are Chinese acrobats.”

Kate peered into another room and winced.  “Uh, no imagination required for that, Monsieur.  Those four
are
Chinese, and I think that’s a trapeze.”

“Monsieur Belanger.”  A tall, powerful-looking woman dressed in a skin-tight, patent leather jumpsuit emerged from one of the rooms.  She kissed Thierry on both cheeks before she smiled at Kate.  “How fantastic you are here.” 

“Rosalinda.”  Thierry felt flooded with relief.  “Thank you for inviting us.  Perhaps next time you could mention that the party is for your BDSM friends.”

“Now if I had told you that, you might not have come – and this was the only chance I would have to meet your girlfriend.”  She looped the whip in her hands before she shouldered it.  “Rodrigo and I are only just starting.  Please, join us.”

Thierry followed his contact into the play room.  There he saw Rodrigo lounging and drinking brandy on a red velvet settee.  Behind him, two guards stood with their backs against the wall.  In front of him a semi-conscious, nude man hung from a standing restraint rack.  From the pink welts covering his chest and back it seemed Rosalinda had started with enthusiasm.

“My lover enjoys watching me work,” Rosalinda told Kate.  “Does Thierry use whips with you, or crops?”

“His hands,” Kate said with a strained, friendly smile.  “It’s so much more personal, don’t you think?”

“Perhaps.”  The older woman uncoiled her whip and cracked it behind the nude man, who flinched and moaned.  “But tools are sometimes more effective in provoking an honest response from a submissive.”      

              Thierry put his arm around Kate’s shoulders to conceal how they were shaking.  “My Katrina gives me everything a man could want.”  He kissed her temple, and gave the older woman a direct look.  “I’ve never had a woman satisfy me as much – although I am sure you could give her some valuable tips.”

              Behind them Rodrigo laughed.  “So your girl can really put lead in a man’s pipe?  I should like to see that.”

              Rosalinda gave Thierry a tiny nod before she asked, “Do you wish to see a demonstration, my love?” 

              “Oh, yes.”  Rodrigo leered at Kate.  “Put your girl through her paces, Belanger.  Make her beg for it.  I like it when the pretty ones beg.” 

Thierry pulled Kate up against him, covering her mouth with his to give her a slow, leisurely kiss.  She gripped the front of his jacket and made a low sound, shivering in his arms.  He knew she could feel his erection pressing against her belly now.  When she rubbed herself against it, he broke off the kiss and stared into her darkened eyes.

“Do you want me to beg now?” she said, drawing his hand up to her breast.  “Or should I wait until the Chinese acrobats join us?” 

He fondled her, his jaw tightening as he heard Rodrigo chuckling.  “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“I’m not.”  She pushed her breast against his palm. 

“Show us her tits,” Rodrigo crowed, his voice slurring now.  “I want to see the color of her nipples.”

Thierry felt Kate stiffen, and glanced back at the cartel chief.  “We are more inclined to privacy for skin games, my friend.”

“Nonsense.”  Rosalinda gestured to the guards, who released the man from the rack.  One hefted him under his arm and carried him out, while the other resumed his position behind the cartel chief.  “Come, little Katrina.  I will help you change into something more . . .  show-worthy.”

#

              Before Kate could tell the Spanish dominatrix where she could stick her whip, Rosalinda whisked her outside.

“Don’t argue,” she told Kate as she hauled her down to another room.  Once inside she shut the door and locked it.  “Take off your dress.  Why are you just standing there?  Hurry up.”

Kate folded her arms.  “Go to hell.”

“Rodrigo is paranoid,” Rosalina told her.  “He already suspects you.  If you refuse to perform, he will have you and Belanger taken outside in the alley and shot.”

“I don’t believe you.”  Kate backed away as the other woman pulled out a tiny gun and pointed it at her.  “Have you lost your mind, lady?”

“Because I invited you, he’ll kill me, too,” Rosalinda told her flatly.  “Now strip.  If you don’t, I’ll shoot you myself.  Then I can tell him I caught you spying.”

Kate slowly took off the lace dress and her thong.  Once she was nude she pulled on the silk robe Rosalinda flung at her.  “Spying?  What the hell is going on here?  You were just supposed to give me something for Thierry.”

“He will explain later.”  Rosalinda tucked the gun back in her bodice.  She then removed a small memory stick clipped under her thick dark mane.  “Hold still,” she told Kate as she reached for her head.  “The guards will not check your hair.” 

Kate waited until the other woman had concealed the stick in her up-do before she said, “Look, I’m not Belanger’s lover, or part of whatever this is.  I’m just a stand-in.  I don’t know any spy stuff.”

Rosalinda’s expression turned bleak.  “Then we are all fucked.”

“No.  I’m not going to let anyone hurt Thierry.”  Kate took a deep breath.  “What do I need to do?  Give me the crash course version.”

Rosalinda told her in succinct terms, and then added, “Rodrigo is already drunk; he can never handle too much brandy.  When he passes out, the guards will take him to bed, and you and Belanger can go.”

As they walked back to the play room, Kate drew on the determination and calm she employed during fashion shows.  What she had to do now seemed utterly outrageous.  Buoyed by her secret love for Thierry, however, she knew she could manage it – and save them both.

Rodrigo hailed her with a happy belch.  “Look at you, Katrina.  Naked and all ready to play.”

Thierry came to her at once.  “We’ll go now.”

“Not just yet,” she told him, giving him a fierce look before she went with Rosalinda to the restraining rack. 

Kate pushed her hands into the cuffs, which the dominatrix secured around her wrists.  She couldn’t help flinching as the other woman untied and opened her robe, but lifted her chin as the men stared.

              “She is ready for you,” Rosalinda told Thierry.  “Now come and play with her.”