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Authors: Caridad Piñeiro
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being involved with Tatiana meant—namely, getting pulled back into a world he had worked so hard to avoid for so long.
“Thanks, Tatiana,” he said, and silently added, “I think.”
Peter barely contained a laugh at Tony’s upturned nose and sniff before the security chief swept a hand out and said, “Shall we start our tour? The ballroom is straight ahead and to the left.”
Tatiana obviously knew the way and led them there.
Peter fought his awareness of her, from the sexy way she walked to the still fresh smell of her hair, and turned his attention to what he was there to do: Protecting the jewels and Tatiana.
They walked across marble floors polished to mirror brightness, and walls holding priceless artwork highlighted by ornately carved and gilded wood. Patrons as elegant as the environs strutted and sashayed beside them, foreigners one and all since the Monégasque citizens were forbidden to enter or work in the casinos.
At the end of the hall they stopped at the door of the ballroom, where two large, armed security guards were posted. They glanced at Tatiana and bowed their heads respectfully, but waited for Tony’s approval to allow them entry. “Everything all right, sir?”
“We’re fine,” the security chief said, and one of the men stepped forward to open the door.
Once they were inside and the door was locked behind them, Tony paused and said, “If there’s an issue and you need help from Security, the response to the guards should be, ‘We’re golden.’ As it is, your weapon has already been noticed by the metal detectors we passed through at the main entrance. I should receive a call any—”
Tony’s cell phone rang and he immediately answered. “He’s clear. He’s with me.”
Peter nodded his approval. “Good work.”
With that taken care of, Tony showed them the various preparations that were already underway. It all looked efficient and well thought out. Despite Peter’s reservations about the man on a personal level, professionally he was top notch.
If the thief was planning to hit this place during the charity auction, he’d definitely have his work cut out.
…
Tatiana listened intently to all the preparations for her important event. Peter walked beside her, mostly silent, but as she caught a glimpse of him every now and then, his cop’s eyes were keenly observing every detail and filing it away. She hoped that once they were upstairs in the suite, they could discuss those observations away from Tony. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her security chief, she just wanted Peter to be able to speak freely about the preparations and see if he had any suggestions for changes.
She might doubt his trustworthiness as an individual, but she completely trusted his professional abilities.
She also wanted to discuss with him the issue of the suite. She was royally pissed off with Alexander’s games. She suspected he wanted to play matchmaker, but she didn’t appreciate being put into such a difficult position.
After the tour through the ballroom, Tony walked them through the casino’s amphitheater where the fashion show would be held, the backstage areas that would be used for dressing the models and holding the assorted gowns and outfits, and the runway that had been built out from the stage for the event. As they were standing on the stage, Tony received another cell phone call and he excused himself for a moment.
As they stood there, Tatiana asked, “So what do you think?”
Peter examined the audience area and then the catwalks above the stage area. “There are lots of areas to secure, but it looks like that’s under control. I’d love to get blueprints of this section to review, if you don’t mind.”
“Not a problem. I’ll ask Tony to get them for you.”
Tony returned at that moment and grimaced. “I’m sorry, but I have to cut our tour short. There’s a problem in one of the gaming areas that requires my attention.”
Tatiana nodded. “No
“Thanks, Tatiana,” he said, and silently added, “I think.”
Peter barely contained a laugh at Tony’s upturned nose and sniff before the security chief swept a hand out and said, “Shall we start our tour? The ballroom is straight ahead and to the left.”
Tatiana obviously knew the way and led them there.
Peter fought his awareness of her, from the sexy way she walked to the still fresh smell of her hair, and turned his attention to what he was there to do: Protecting the jewels and Tatiana.
They walked across marble floors polished to mirror brightness, and walls holding priceless artwork highlighted by ornately carved and gilded wood. Patrons as elegant as the environs strutted and sashayed beside them, foreigners one and all since the Monégasque citizens were forbidden to enter or work in the casinos.
At the end of the hall they stopped at the door of the ballroom, where two large, armed security guards were posted. They glanced at Tatiana and bowed their heads respectfully, but waited for Tony’s approval to allow them entry. “Everything all right, sir?”
“We’re fine,” the security chief said, and one of the men stepped forward to open the door.
Once they were inside and the door was locked behind them, Tony paused and said, “If there’s an issue and you need help from Security, the response to the guards should be, ‘We’re golden.’ As it is, your weapon has already been noticed by the metal detectors we passed through at the main entrance. I should receive a call any—”
Tony’s cell phone rang and he immediately answered. “He’s clear. He’s with me.”
Peter nodded his approval. “Good work.”
With that taken care of, Tony showed them the various preparations that were already underway. It all looked efficient and well thought out. Despite Peter’s reservations about the man on a personal level, professionally he was top notch.
If the thief was planning to hit this place during the charity auction, he’d definitely have his work cut out.
…
Tatiana listened intently to all the preparations for her important event. Peter walked beside her, mostly silent, but as she caught a glimpse of him every now and then, his cop’s eyes were keenly observing every detail and filing it away. She hoped that once they were upstairs in the suite, they could discuss those observations away from Tony. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her security chief, she just wanted Peter to be able to speak freely about the preparations and see if he had any suggestions for changes.
She might doubt his trustworthiness as an individual, but she completely trusted his professional abilities.
She also wanted to discuss with him the issue of the suite. She was royally pissed off with Alexander’s games. She suspected he wanted to play matchmaker, but she didn’t appreciate being put into such a difficult position.
After the tour through the ballroom, Tony walked them through the casino’s amphitheater where the fashion show would be held, the backstage areas that would be used for dressing the models and holding the assorted gowns and outfits, and the runway that had been built out from the stage for the event. As they were standing on the stage, Tony received another cell phone call and he excused himself for a moment.
As they stood there, Tatiana asked, “So what do you think?”
Peter examined the audience area and then the catwalks above the stage area. “There are lots of areas to secure, but it looks like that’s under control. I’d love to get blueprints of this section to review, if you don’t mind.”
“Not a problem. I’ll ask Tony to get them for you.”
Tony returned at that moment and grimaced. “I’m sorry, but I have to cut our tour short. There’s a problem in one of the gaming areas that requires my attention.”
Tatiana nodded. “No
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