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about the accident. Understood. He didn’t like talking about his tattoos. Now hers on the other hand. He traced the script under her left breast, and grinned as a little gasp escaped her lips at his touch “Hmm, what’s this? Penance. How long have you had this?”
    “Since a week ago.” She shied away from his finger. “When working undercover any identifying marks is normally a no-no. Poppy thought the wife of an MC President would have tattoos, so we talked about it. I’ve wanted something for a while. This fit.”
    He wanted to ask more but she avoided his gaze and escaped from her side of the bed. “Breakfast. Go get food while I’ll shower, pretty please. Then I’ll hack into the hotel’s database and locate our birthday boy.”
    Once her naked backside disappeared behind the bathroom door, he groaned and ran his hand over his face, scratching at his goatee. Damn, he loved watching her walk away.
    Love.
    Nope. Not going there. He did not love teasing her. Just as he did not love her soft smiles, or the way her pussy clamped down on his cock, or the way her eyes glazed over as she came. And he most especially did not love the way she made him feel just by being in the same room as him.
    He liked her. But he did not love a damn thing about her.
    Alayna was right. It was time for breakfast. Low blood sugar was known to jack up a man’s thinking.
    He slipped on a pair of track pants and a t-shirt and did his best to ignore the sound of the shower and the mental image of Alayna soaping up her creamy curves in the next room.
    He went off in search for some real food while picturing the look on her face if he actually brought her back something vegetarian.
     
    * * * * *
     
    If she developed skin cancer on this mission, she was billing Warbucks for her treatment. Alayna pushed her sunglasses up her sweat and sunscreen slickened nose and settled deeper into the extra-wide chaise lounge.
    At this time of day, the heat from the sun was just starting to loosen, barely, and the families who still believed Las Vegas was a family destination had gone inside for late lunches and afternoon naps, leaving the hotel pool area to those who were looking to see and be seen. Men and women in their most daring swimwear flirting and searching for that last minute hook up to spend a night on the town with.
    And Alayna was no exception. She wore a teeny tiny red bikini that might as well have been a neon sign flashing the word “easy pickings.”
    Many of the world’s hotels had switched to a web based registration system, which made it almost too easy for her hack into the database. Korovin was the primary contact for the reservation made for Vasily Laskin. The son of Red Wolf’s third in command was staying in the Villas. That part of the hotel was exclusive to high rollers, celebrities and foreign dignitaries where each suite was more like a high-rise penthouse complete with butler, personal chef and a private entrance. It even boasted an endless pool in every suite.
    But unless Laskin’s reservation was wrong or he’d packed a suitcase full of women, he and his friends would be without female companionship. Of course, he could have tipped the butler a hefty sum to do the deed and bring in some girls, however Poppy’s research indicated that Laskin was a cheap little prick and preferred to leach off others who wished to placate the son to make his father happy. Which was why Alayna was stationed on a corner lounge in the Vegas version of a meat market, conveniently located next to the cabana Laskin had reserved for the day. All she had to do was wait for Laskin and his friends to make an appearance.
    Her patience was rewarded when she spotted the quartet of young men pausing at the entrance to a take a sweeping glance at the talent and hone in on their targets.
    Taking full advantage of the topless option of the “adults only” area of the pool, she leaned forward and untied the string of her bikini. After she pulled the