Sapphire (6 page)

Knowing that this was the man and the milieu that he was about to introduce Sapphire into, Jase’s gut tightened. In the next hour or so, he’d know if he could trust the beautiful woman in what was likely to be the most dangerous mission in both their lives. Could she handle consorting with a major purveyor of drugs and innocent female flesh? Jase sniffed, knowing that, between the two of them, Sapphire was the more likely to pull it off. Diamond and Ian wouldn’t have recommended her if she wasn’t up to the mission.

But it was time for him to test the gorgeous agent. The big question was did she understand that her life depended on being a team player? Could she consent to his being in charge? Would she follow his orders whether she agreed with them or not? He admitted that he would enjoy pushing her hard to make sure that she was willing to give up control. That part would be fun. But the overriding question was a serious one. He needed to be certain that she was the right agent for the mission.

With a hard sigh Jase headed through the late night’s dark cover to the meeting place he’d arranged. He knew that Sapphire could handle the certain hideousness of the operation. Unable to deny the protective urges he felt for this woman he barely knew, the question was, could
he?

Chapter 6

S
apphire sat on the stool at the far end of the bar, nursing her favorite scotch. She liked her liquor straight up and knew how to make it last, how to pace herself. She knew that it was imperative to be alert to every nuance of her surroundings. Not to let anything, including alcohol,

dull her awareness. Too often, that focused attention was the difference between the success or failure of her mission. Or even the difference between life and death. Over the years she’d trained herself not to give into the urge to toss her drink back in one fiery swallow in an effort to overcome her nervousness, her fear of failure. Tonight it was harder than usual not to gulp down the liquid courage and bang her glass on the bar for a refill—and another one after that.

Huffing out a disgusted breath, Sapphire castigated herself. Dammit! What was it about the man she was meeting that had her stomach churning like a cement mixer in overdrive? Jesus God, she’d worked with innumerable handsome, commanding men for six years. She reminded herself, as she had almost continuously over the last eight hours, that she knew men like Colonel Jase Malone. She knew them and she knew how to handle them. How to draw her protective shield around her, girding her loins like the Roman soldiers of old, like the time tested warrior that she was, to deal with their certain arrogance. Sapphire admitted that at least part of the problem was that this mission was critically important to her. Being as close as she was to landing a position in
Ladies of the Night
, the penultimate company for a highly trained female special operative, Gabriella was determined not to let her nervousness about Jase Malone screw up her chances.

She wasn’t oblivious to the prominent role Jase played. He literally could confirm or deny her this mission, and by doing so, torpedo the chance for her to get back in the good graces of Riley Davis and her impresario, Ian Ross. This opportunity meant everything to Sapphire. She’d hoped when she first applied to the “
Ladies”
that Riley’s reputation as a rule bender, a wild card, would put her in good stead with the obstreperous leader. After all, Riley had started her own company because she couldn’t stand playing the role of a subordinate. Knowing that she suffered from the same issues, Gabriella had hoped that her boss would see and understand the qualities that had made Gabriella’s career problematic, but that could make her an excellent fit with Riley’s company.

Unfortunately the opposite had been true. Riley seemed every bit as turned off by her need for independence as the chauvinistic men Gabriella had struggled with her entire career. It was as if she challenged Riley as much as she had challenged her previous commanders. Sometimes Sapphire wondered if Riley was testing her. Trying to see if she would capitulate under the pressure. To see if Sapphire was made of the proverbial sterner stuff. The kind of stuff that would ultimately let her succeed in the hard challenges the “
Ladies
” faced in every mission. Sapphire had given up trying to analyze Riley’s motives. She only knew that if Jase Malone decided he didn’t want her on this mission, her short lived career as one of the “
Ladies
” was over.

The trusty antenna on the back of her neck pricked up signaling that danger was near. Sapphire shot a surreptitious glance to the door of the crowded bar. She intended to make her glance casual, not noticeable by anyone entering the bar. From her dark corner she had an unobstructed view of the entrance, but her secluded position would make it hard for anyone to spot her without making it obvious he was looking for her. Anyone but Jase Malone, that is. Gabriella huffed out a choked breath when she met his eyes. They were like a heat seeking missile that instantly locked on her. Before she could look down, he’d looked away making it impossible for anyone to know that he was meeting her.

Damn, Sapphire thought she was good, but knew that he must have seen the heat flare in her cheeks when she spotted him. Ignoring her, Jase strode to the bar and began chatting with the bartender. The buxom, scantily dressed waitress beside him came to a dead stop when she saw him, her tray of glasses clanging loudly. Looking up at him, her face lit with open admiration. Sapphire snorted. She could hardly blame the star struck woman. Dressed in tight jeans that cupped his muscular ass and a black t-shirt that made the most of a sculpted chest and arms had heads—men
and
women—turning to observe the distractingly handsome man. His emerald green eyes sparkling in the dark bar and artfully tousled black hair was worthy of the stares he was receiving. The flushed server looked up at him, lust lighting her face. Wiggling her ass like a bitch in heat, the clearly smitten bar girl pressed her imposing breasts against his arm. Jase glanced at the bulging flesh and nodded his appreciation before heading in the direction of the men’s room leaving the frowning waitress scowling at his back.

Keeping her eyes locked on her glass, Gabriella fought the impulse to quaff the fiery liquid. It was a losing battle. Her hand holding the glass had a mind of its own. Not able to stop herself, she drained the glass and put it expectantly on the bar. Before she could catch the bartender’s eye, a cool voice behind her said, “I’ll have a Chivas over ice and another Maker’s Mark for the lady.”

Amazed that she hadn’t seen him cross the room to stand next to her, Sapphire shoved at her reaction to the subtle woody floral musk of Tom Ford cologne emanating from the man closing in on her. The expensive cologne was one of her favorites. Coupled with the underlying odor of a strong man, Gabriella fought the intoxicating combination assaulting her churning gut. Silently bemoaning her predicament she mused, God, how could she defend herself against her attraction to Jase when his smell alone undid her.

Waiting silently until the bartender brought his drink and refilled Gabriella’s glass, Jase turned to her, lifting his glass to her.

“It’s always a pleasure to meet a woman who knows her booze, and knows how to drink it.”

Gabriella nodded and picked up her glass. Making a supreme effort not to toss back the potent liquor in one hasty gulp, she took a measured sip. The last thing she wanted Jase to think was that she was a lush. Or that she required the gauzy veneer of alcohol to deal with his overwhelming presence. Keeping her voice low she looked down at her glass and murmured. “Hmm, good evening. I…I didn’t see you come in.”

Feeling her cheeks flame at the obvious lie, Gabriella could’ve kicked herself. Jase’s slightly raised eyebrow confirmed that he knew that not only had she seen him come in, but also was uneasy enough in his presence to lie about it. Determined to overcome his advantage, she made an attempt to explain her clumsy fib.

“I meant to say that…I hoped that no one could tell that we know one another.”

Jase saved her further embarrassment when he smiled slightly.

“Face it, Gabriella, there’s not a man in this bar who hasn’t noticed you and wanted to make a move on you. The fact that I did what every one of them has thirsted to do just confirms that I’m an arrogant player.”

Surprised by his nonchalant corroboration of her view of him, Gabriella started to take issue with his assumption that all the men in the bar were after her.

Pressing a finger against her lips, he stopped her denial. “That
is
how you think of me, correct, Agent Shaw?”

Refusing to let him intimidate her, Gabriella tossed her head.

“If you mean that I think you are arrogant and that you know the effect you have on women,
and
that you assume every woman you meet is fair game, then, yes, that is my impression of you.” Before he could respond she said, “I should add that my assumptions are based on years of experience with men like you.”

With a slight mocking smile, Jase chided her.

“Hmm, I thought we agreed that first impressions rarely tell the totality of the man
or
the woman.”

Sapphire tossed her head dismissively.

“That may be
your
opinion, Col. Malone. I don’t recall agreeing with you.”

Jase frowned at her through narrowed eyes and didn’t contain the edge in his voice.

“I see. So according to your view, I should rely on my first impression of you and assume it describes all of you.” He pursed his lips and continued. “Essentially you are saying that the woman I saw on the video is the sum total of who you are.” He concluded, “In that case I should assume that, yes, you are a hell of a fighter and cold as ice when threatened. You also are disobedient, don’t follow your commanders’ direct orders and are likely a danger to any mission you are on.”

Sapphire jumped back, nearly knocking over her drink. She was horrified at the trap he’d led her into and furious at herself for letting her anger show. Doing her best to cover her intemperate reaction that no doubt shored up his unflattering image of her as a loose cannon and untrustworthy team member, she said coolly, “No, Jase. That isn’t who I am. As you well know, there is more to me than what you described.”

Jase grinned. “If I grant you that is possible, will you give me a chance to climb out of the garbage bin of callous, arrogant men you’ve lumped me with, and give me the benefit of the doubt? Perhaps have a non-judgmental five minute conversation with me, before you write me off as irredeemable?”

Seeing the trap that he had set for her, Sapphire restrained herself. It didn’t take the flock of butterflies that had taken up residence in her stomach to warn her that this man was as clever as he was intriguing.

Taking a deep breath, she responded carefully. “You’re right in one respect. Most people are more complicated than a single, first impression can convey. But I do believe that, in some people, the first impression tells a great deal about how they view the world and the people they meet.”

Jase studied her quietly for a moment and said, “I can agree with that, Sapphire. But I insist that it is important for people who may be working together that they dig deeper. For example, in addition to the fact that you are a suburb fighter and gutsy as hell, it’s clear that being a team player doesn’t come easy to you.”

Interrupting him before he could further dismiss her, Sapphire was curt. “That’s where you are wrong, Col. Malone. I was an excellent member of most of the teams that I have been on…”

Jase smiled at her.

“Can I take that qualification ‘
most
of the teams’ confirms what I said? Being in charge is clearly your preferred role. I imagine that even if you aren’t leading the op, that you will fight to earn the place, even to the point that you occasionally, albeit entirely unintentionally, endanger yourself and other members of the mission.”

Holding his hand up to stop her heated objection he added with a grin. “Before you get all hot and defensive, let me give you my take on it. You are a natural leader and, yes, many of the mission commanders you’ve had don’t appreciate your skills. They mistake your trying to make your point as insubordination.”

Sapphire regarded him uneasily trying to decide if he actually understood her. She kicked herself for giving him the benefit of the doubt when he gave her a salacious wink and added, “No, Agent Shaw, I think the difficulty you have is not about you. Rather it is about the men who have tried to command you.” His grin widened. “It’s as I said to Col. Ross. Controlling you and letting you shine when you should is the job of a good leader. I’m confident that you can be controlled, Sapphire. That you can be a critical member of the team in whatever role you are assigned. It just requires a man, a commander, who knows how to control a feisty woman.”

Shoving her glass across the bar, whisky sloshing over the rim, Sapphire leapt to her feet. She didn’t know when she had been angrier. Glaring at the man openly taunting her, Sapphire accepted the fact that he had set her up. It was clear that he was intentionally trying to rile her, bait her into reacting rashly. She acknowledged, with a slashing pain to her heart, that he’d never intended to put her on the mission. He’d been playing with her. Furious at his duplicity and knowing that her incipient career at LOTN was over, Gabriella shoved aside her caution and allowed her anger to flare.