to a group of roadies to their right.
Shane opened his dressing room door to show her inside, but she held up a hand, saying, “Wait a minute. What’s that over there?”
But just as she said it, Trent turned her way, and she had to duck inside of Shane’s dressing room to avoid being seen. If Trent spotted her tailing him, this whole night would be a waste for their investigation. He’d definitely flee the scene. The whole point of tonight was to find out who Trent was talking to, talk to those people, get more information on this trafficking ring. They’d approach his contacts as potential customers. That was their planned cover story. But if Trent spotted her or Hunter following him, he’d out them as narcs and any hope of information would be lost.
But the moment Sally ducked into Shane’s dressing room, he shut the door and blocked her exit with his well muscled body.
He walked toward her like a panther approaching prey, only she wasn’t terrified for her life. She was terrified the chief and Hunter would hear her making out with a hot rock star, if she couldn’t stop herself.
“What’re you doing?” she squeaked when he braced his hands on the edge of the vanity that ran the length of one wall. He pinned her in place, with the lighted mirror at her back.
“Getting to know you better.” He grinned.
She took in his rock star beauty. The subtle physical differences between him and Hunter. As she stared he caught her off guard, swooping in for a kiss before she could stop him.
His tongue traced her top lip and she opened her mouth for him. Her hands glided up the silky smooth front of his t-shirt. His palms molded to her ass and yanked her against his crotch. She could feel his hardness press into her pussy through their clothes. She moaned as their warm, wet tongues coiled around each other.
Hunter interrupted her bliss when he squawked in the ear piece. “What’s going on in there?”
She ignored her partner as her lover nibbled along her jaw, flicking his tongue out every now and again as he did so, as if he couldn’t go long without tasting her sweet skin.
Hunter barked again, “Sally, what’s going on in there?”
With much effort, she managed to escape Shane’s seduction and blurt, “Where’s your bathroom?”
He frown at her in disbelief. “You just went to the bathroom.”
“Ummmm…yes, I did, but, well… I need to check if I have protection.” She patted her purse and thanked god for that last minute excuse.
He winked. “Oh, don’t worry. I always keep a supply in my dressing room.”
He bent his head and moved in for another kiss, but she ducked and fled toward what she hoped was a bathroom and not a broom closet. “Be right back.”
Inside, she locked the door and took a moment to catch her breath.
It was then, after all this time, the chief decided to speak up from the surveillance car. “What the fuck have you gotten into, Rollins?”
Sally almost screamed from the surprise. “Look, Chief, my mic and earpiece are acting up. I can barely hear you.” She hated herself for the lie. “Fayette, do you think you can cover me? I saw Trent talking with someone near the stage exit. He was heading toward the amphitheater’s back exit last I checked. I’m hoping we didn’t lose him.”
Hunter heaved a heavy sigh. The Chief mumbled something she couldn’t make out, but he sounded both pissed off and mystified.
“Sure, I’ll cover you.” Hunter’s response was curt and clipped.
“Thanks.” Guilt weighed down her shoulders and made them sag. But for all her guilt and self loathing, all she could think about was getting back in the arms of that damned rock star. She took off her mic, unplugged her earpiece, and shoved the unit in her purse.
Aren’t you supposed to be catching a drug dealer? Her cop side was mighty pissed, but her libido argued back: Well, I can’t just leave abruptly. She knew her lust’s argument was pathetic, but she didn’t care right
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