zipped up the back of her skirt and grabbed her high heels. “I’ll be okay. It’s Kelli I’m worried about.”
Remy stood in front of her, his naked muscles rippling with every movement, tattoos laced across his bulging biceps. He was beautiful, rugged and sexy as hell.
Intending a quick goodbye, she leaned up on her toes and planted her lips on his. “I really have to go.” As soon as her breasts pressed against his chest, she melted into him.
He returned the kiss, his arms clamping around her as he crushed her in a tight embrace. His member nudged her belly, stiff and hot, reminding her of what she’d be missing by leaving. “I’ve got your back, babe.”
Dragging herself away, she let herself out the front door and ran barefooted down the back steps where she paused to slip into her heels.
Tomorrow, she had to push the envelope. The days were passing and she still hadn’t found Kelli. The sooner she did, the sooner she could get on with her life, which, if she played her cards right, and cut herself some slack, could include the strong, sexy presence of one Navy SEAL.
Chapter Six
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M itchell hitched up the corset as much as it would go, afraid if she bent over at all, her breasts would pop over the top, escaping the tight confines. Thankfully, she had a mini biker jacket to wear over the corset and high-on-the-thigh panties. As much of her as was showing left little to the imagination. That plus the impossibly tall heels of her thigh-high shiny black boots completed the spectacle. Though the outfit made her feel completely feminine, she couldn’t do this on a regular basis. She didn’t know how the strippers did it, except that the tips they made were sometimes more than what Mitchell earned as a fulltime employee of NCIS.
Time was ticking away. She’d arrived early at the club, hoping for some alone time with the boss. Maybe if she offered up herself, he’d take the bait faster and he’d be tempted to add her to the collection of women he’d accumulated over the past months. Assuming he was the one responsible for the disappearances. All Mitchell had to go on was what the FBI had, the testimony of one woman who’d seen Kelli before she left, and a gut feel that Kelli’s date with Rocco Hatch had something to do with her disappearance.
If she was wrong, all this time would have been wasted. At least Brendan was working the case from his direction. Between them, hopefully they’d find Kelli. Too often lately, she’d let despair edge into her conscious thoughts. A week had already gone by. A week may as well be a lifetime.
“Nice, CC.” Dixie Lee nodded at the outfit Mitchell had chosen for her performance that evening. “I made a thousand dollars in tips on the night I wore that costume. Had an entire fleet of bikers ride in that time.” She leaned toward the mirror in front of her and drew on an eyebrow, darkening it with several strokes before moving to the other one. She lowered her voice. “Look, sweetie, I like you. You don’t try to steal the stage, you don’t push the rest of us around and you’re not judging us.”
Mitchell quit tugging at the corset and stared into the woman’s eyes in the mirror’s reflection. “I’m just here like the rest of you. Trying to make a difference in my life.”
“Some of us are here to make a living. Others…” she snorted and rolled her eyes, “want the attention. You, I haven’t quite figured out. But I like you.”
“Thanks.” Mitchell stared hard at the woman who had at least seven more years of hard living on Mitchell. “I get the feeling there’s a ‘but’ in there.”
“No but—a warning.” Dixie Lee lowered her voice to the point only Mitchell could make out her words. “Be careful. People have been known to disappear from here.”
She widened her eyes. “Disappear?”
“You know…gone.”
“People don’t just disappear. Don’t their families notify the police?”
“Only if they have someone who cares
Remy stood in front of her, his naked muscles rippling with every movement, tattoos laced across his bulging biceps. He was beautiful, rugged and sexy as hell.
Intending a quick goodbye, she leaned up on her toes and planted her lips on his. “I really have to go.” As soon as her breasts pressed against his chest, she melted into him.
He returned the kiss, his arms clamping around her as he crushed her in a tight embrace. His member nudged her belly, stiff and hot, reminding her of what she’d be missing by leaving. “I’ve got your back, babe.”
Dragging herself away, she let herself out the front door and ran barefooted down the back steps where she paused to slip into her heels.
Tomorrow, she had to push the envelope. The days were passing and she still hadn’t found Kelli. The sooner she did, the sooner she could get on with her life, which, if she played her cards right, and cut herself some slack, could include the strong, sexy presence of one Navy SEAL.
Chapter Six
‡
M itchell hitched up the corset as much as it would go, afraid if she bent over at all, her breasts would pop over the top, escaping the tight confines. Thankfully, she had a mini biker jacket to wear over the corset and high-on-the-thigh panties. As much of her as was showing left little to the imagination. That plus the impossibly tall heels of her thigh-high shiny black boots completed the spectacle. Though the outfit made her feel completely feminine, she couldn’t do this on a regular basis. She didn’t know how the strippers did it, except that the tips they made were sometimes more than what Mitchell earned as a fulltime employee of NCIS.
Time was ticking away. She’d arrived early at the club, hoping for some alone time with the boss. Maybe if she offered up herself, he’d take the bait faster and he’d be tempted to add her to the collection of women he’d accumulated over the past months. Assuming he was the one responsible for the disappearances. All Mitchell had to go on was what the FBI had, the testimony of one woman who’d seen Kelli before she left, and a gut feel that Kelli’s date with Rocco Hatch had something to do with her disappearance.
If she was wrong, all this time would have been wasted. At least Brendan was working the case from his direction. Between them, hopefully they’d find Kelli. Too often lately, she’d let despair edge into her conscious thoughts. A week had already gone by. A week may as well be a lifetime.
“Nice, CC.” Dixie Lee nodded at the outfit Mitchell had chosen for her performance that evening. “I made a thousand dollars in tips on the night I wore that costume. Had an entire fleet of bikers ride in that time.” She leaned toward the mirror in front of her and drew on an eyebrow, darkening it with several strokes before moving to the other one. She lowered her voice. “Look, sweetie, I like you. You don’t try to steal the stage, you don’t push the rest of us around and you’re not judging us.”
Mitchell quit tugging at the corset and stared into the woman’s eyes in the mirror’s reflection. “I’m just here like the rest of you. Trying to make a difference in my life.”
“Some of us are here to make a living. Others…” she snorted and rolled her eyes, “want the attention. You, I haven’t quite figured out. But I like you.”
“Thanks.” Mitchell stared hard at the woman who had at least seven more years of hard living on Mitchell. “I get the feeling there’s a ‘but’ in there.”
“No but—a warning.” Dixie Lee lowered her voice to the point only Mitchell could make out her words. “Be careful. People have been known to disappear from here.”
She widened her eyes. “Disappear?”
“You know…gone.”
“People don’t just disappear. Don’t their families notify the police?”
“Only if they have someone who cares
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