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“It’s all on tape.”
    â€œI didn’t see you talking to him.” Cruze looked over at the area where he’d last seen Marquan. “I thought he bounced when that corny rapper got on the mic.”
    â€œHe did leave. In fact, we left together,” she said proudly.
    Cruze looked at Lourdes questioningly.
    â€œMarquan and I sat in the back of the car while his driver took us on a tour of Center City. Marquan drank like a fish while I conducted the interview.”
    Cruze wasn’t sure if he should be impressed by Lourdes’s ambitiousness or if he should give her the side-eye for her unethical practices. “It seems a little unscrupulous to take advantage of an intoxicated man.”
    â€œNo more unscrupulous than all the groupies Marquan took advantage of during his career.”
    â€œHey, you can’t blame the man for accepting what was given to him willingly,” Cruze countered. Being a top lieutenant in the drug game was akin to being a rock star, and Cruze had enjoyed more than his fair share of groupie love.
    â€œLet’s not quibble over semantics. I’m in the mood to celebrate—care to join me?” Without waiting for an answer, Lourdes reached in her purse and took out a small envelope with a room number printed across the top and a key card inside. “Here you go. Meet me upstairs in ten minutes.”
    Cruze was pleasantly taken off guard. Lourdes had struck him as someone too tightly wound and too career-oriented to be interested in frivolous sex. She hadn’t even bothered to ask him his name, which was cool with him.
    He pocketed the key card and then shot a glance at Skimpy Red Dress, who sat on the other side of the bar. As she stared daggers at him, he tried to apologize with his eyes.
    Though Skimpy Red Dress had body for days, she wasn’t anything special—merely another empty-headed ho, looking for a sponsor. It wasn’t every day that Cruze got the opportunity to heat up the sheets with a naughty-librarian type who was also a Harvard grad.
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    He’d expected to find Lourdes wearing something sheer and sexy . . . or better yet, he’d hoped to find her waiting in bed, butt-ass naked.
    But she was fully dressed, sitting at the desk, hunched over her laptop with earphones on, listening to the tape player while her fingers clicked rapidly over the keyboard. Next to the laptop was a chilled glass of wine. She pulled off the earphones and swiveled around and faced him. “Give me a second while I transcribe some of the pertinent info from the interview and send it to my editor. There’s beer in the fridge . . . and wine. Help yourself to whatever you’d like,” she said with an offhand gesture.
    Then she twirled back around and resumed typing.
    Offended, Cruze wondered what this brainiac broad was on. She had to be smoking something if she thought he’d left the bar with all that wet pussy that was potentially primed and ready for a good fucking to come and sit in a room with his hands folded in his lap, while she worked on an assignment.
    Oh, hell no. Him, a hotel room, and a piece of ass meant he was getting his dick sucked, sliding up into some guts, or both. He wasn’t about to sit around watching some bitch dressed like a church secretary dictate some fucking notes. Nah, this four-eyed broad had him fucked up.
    Cruze’s jaw twitched. And a slight stirring in his groin made him push out a breath and curse under his breath. He was aboutto turn around and walk out the door, but for some unknown reason, his feet led him toward Lourdes. There was something about her nerdy ass that made him want to rip off her clothes and fuck her so deep that she would feel him fucking her soul. The thought sent blasts of heat straight to his balls.
    Standing behind her, he reached down and pulled out the hair stick that anchored her locs, and watched as her hair unraveled