Enslaved (Colombian Cartel #6) - Suzanne Steele Page 0,7
your prayers.
Mano noted how vague the woman was in the article: no naming names or distinct locations. Smart.
She would be looking for a new fixer. This might be a blessing in disguise. He would have to watch her closer. The idea of having an excuse to continue stalking her made his blood pump and his cock twitch.
Chapter Three
“I’m not wearing this, Judy.” Page tugged the hem of the dress down that barely covered her ass. If I sit down, it’s going to be a Brittany disaster. How am I supposed to have any fun if I feel uncomfortable in my own skin? Second-skin, that is. Help me get this thing off.” The dress was molded to her body, making it impossible to get off alone.
“You have to pull off the look if you’re going to get information. This is the Colombian cartel; you must have them thinking with their small heads. Believe me, that dress has ‘interrogation tactic’ written all over it. Those boys will be singing like birds.”
“No…they’ll be slobbering like wolves circling a kill. Thanks. You’re all about the logic until it’s time to pimp me out.”
“It’s a scientific fact a man thinks with his cock and not his brain.”
“I feel so much better. Could you please at least make sure I don’t get roofied?” Though Page was being sarcastic, she saw the shadow of sadness pass over her best friend’s face.
“I’ve always got your back.”
“Ditto,” Page answered, the sincerity showing in her eyes. Judy eased over and unzipped the salamander-colored second skin. Page wiggled her way out of it, turning around to see her friend looking at her with a somber expression.
“I’m not pimping you off, Page. It’s a scientific fact, men think with their cocks.”
“So, you said.”
“You wanted to do this job.”
Page breathed out a heavy sigh as if relieved to have the dress off and tossed the article of offensive clothing aside, sitting down at the makeup table. “I can breathe now. You don’t need to defend yourself, Judy. I just don’t think you realize I’m just as conflicted about my job as you are. It’s like I’ve got this good girl with this dark side living inside me, and ‘it’s complicated’ is a very relevant term for me. I can’t settle down with a regular job. The research part of my work is as addictive as the writing is. It’s the only job where I can give voice to all my alter egos.”
Page smiled and gave her friend the side-eye and asked, “What, or better yet, who is your alter ego?” Judy should have known better than to pique Page’s curiosity; now, she would be brain probed until the woman was satisfied. Page took interviewing people to a whole new level. She had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world; it lent to people opening up about things they usually kept hidden. It was always that way with Page… until the next job. It wasn’t that Page didn’t care about the people she interacted with, she did. She just became totally engulfed in whatever she was doing—she lived in the moment. She lived in the moment, but the people she connected with lived in the wake of not being able to forget her. Page had a way of making you crave more of her without realizing what she was doing. It was part of what made her so intriguing. Once you crossed paths with her, you never forgot her. She was as wide-open as the prairie and as closed-off as a tomb. It put people at ease because they believed she was opening up to them as well. Still, even her best friend was often surprised by the things Page did. She would go to whatever lengths necessary to stand in the gap and defend the people she believed were being taken advantage of, even if they were complete strangers. Sometimes Page’s ability to see both sides of any story got her in trouble.
A mischievous glint sparked in Judy’s eyes. “A vixon, a sex kitten, a woman who can wrap a man around her finger and get anything she wants, then walk away with all the information she needs and leave him high and dry.”
“You just described a sadistic Domme.” Both girls busted out laughing.
“We need to get ready, Page. This conversation is getting way too deep.”
“I know that’s right. Now come on and help me pick out some sexy clothes that I feel confident in.”