Chances Are - By Christy Reece Page 0,39

no one else. Her exquisite body called to him as the song continued, telling him to take her, that she was meant for him. She undulated, twisted and swayed, as seductive as a siren. A temptress like none other. This was the one. Within the depths of his soul, he knew she was meant for him—wanted to be with him.

A disruption drew his attention away. Two unruly men were trying to touch what was his. Fury enveloped him. She was meant for him and no other. Thankfully, two large bouncers dispatched them quickly. Relieved, he turned his rapt gaze back to the mesmerizing creature on stage.

When the music ended, he gasped out a rush of air, unaware that he had been holding his breath. Temptation warred with practicality. He wanted her now, immediately. Thankfully his rational side took control. Just because she called out to him didn’t mean others would understand their connection. Wearing only black panties and black boots, she turned and pranced off the stage. An ache tore at his heart as he watched her disappear from his view.

Soon she would perform for him in private. He would get to know her, learn her ways and then, if she were truly as talented as she seemed, Dark Angel would become his for eternity.

Chapter Eleven

“Good show tonight, Love. You’ve really hit your stride.”

Angela dressed, smiling her thanks as another compliment came her way. Ten performances in five days and she had definitely hit her stride. She was also beyond exhausted.

Tomorrow, when all the other regulars took off, she would perform again. She had never considered the physical toll of dancing twice a night. She had a feeling her weariness came from a combination of things. It was both mentally and physically exhausting to dance and strip in a roomful of strangers. Though she had been able to separate herself somewhat from the audience, she was still aware of them. Added to that was the knowledge that one of them might well be a serial killer and that should be enough for anyone. But there was more. Jake. Dancing for him gave her an opportunity to show him her feelings but what good did that do, really? He was looking for a killer, not an opportunity to get turned on.

Having Riley and Justin in the club actually added a bit of comfort, lessening the stress. Even though they had no interaction with each other, she saw them every night, going about performing their undercover jobs. Just knowing they were in the club made her feel less alone.

Since that first night, they had established a schedule of sorts. After her last performance, she would leave the club. She never deviated from the routine knowing that if the killer was watching, a different behavior might deter him.

Walking late at night, seemingly alone, on the streets of London, one would think something interesting or odd would happen. So far, the only unusual event had been two nights ago when an owl had swooped out of the sky into her path, startling her. Other than that, her lonely sojourn back to her apartment was done in relative peace.

Since it was suspected that the killer stalked his victims for days before abducting them, she had developed daytime habits as well. A solo breakfast at a nearby restaurant, short shopping jaunts to various stores, another solo restaurant meal for lunch, and then she would return to her apartment. If he were out there watching her, he would see that she had little social life or interaction with others. Hopefully this behavior was to his liking.

An hour before she was to leave for the club, Jake would knock softly and politely on the mutual door they shared between his apartment and hers. She had come to both look forward to and dread the visit. Being with him was a reminder that this was all he wanted from her—a professional relationship. But it was also an opportunity to be with him so she took what she could get.

Pulling the earbud from her purse, she inserted it into her ear. And like clockwork, she heard his voice. “You there?”

“Yes,” she answered softly.

“Thought I saw someone lurking about tonight. Couldn’t get a good look though. Might’ve been nothing but be extra aware, just in case.”

A shiver of unease zipped up her spine. “Okay.”

“It’s almost eleven. I’ll be at my usual place.”

She shrugged into her thick coat, grabbed her purse and headed toward the back entrance. All employees used this entrance,

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