"I'm sure you can convince him otherwise." Rising to her feet, Marty gave the other two women a little wave before moving from the balcony and heading along the wide hall to the stairs. As she left the restaurant she noticed that Khalid was no longer at his table.
She needed to get home to her computer, from which she could pull up the information she needed on the three men. There was a connection among them; there had to be. Despite appearances, those three should not be together, for the simple reason that they all had something to lose if the wrong people saw them together. Someone like Deerfield, or one of his agents.
Shayne Connor might be an agent, but only a few within the FBI knew that. The operation that had brought her in contact with him had necessitated her keeping his true purpose for being there a secret. He was a valuable contact to have, and one she didn't want to cross.
Making her way from the club Marty strode along the sidewalk to the parking lot, preferring to walk rather than use the valet.
Shadows stretched along the area despite the lights that surrounded it. Customers milled around as they chatted and moved to and from the restaurant. No one appeared interested in anything other than their own concerns. No one paid attention to the lone woman walking through the parking lot until she neared her car.
"You didn't mention you were going out this evening, love." Khalid spoke from the shadows of the trees, stepping just close enough to allow her to make out his dim outline as the darkness wrapped around him like a jealous lover.
Leaning against the BMW she crossed her arms beneath her br**sts, refusing to tread into the darkness where he watched her like a dark, hungry predator.
"I didn't know that I should give you my itinerary," she drawled, watching as he moved closer, the hungry glint in his eyes fueling the adrenaline coursing through her.
"Perhaps you should," he stated, his voice low, deep, throbbing with a hidden power.
She swore she could feel him under her flesh, the heat of his body sinking inside her as he stopped just before her.
"Perhaps you're living in a dream world," she said, challenging him, challenging the command in his expression as he stared down at her, his gaze dark, seductive.
"And perhaps you are trying to involve yourself in matters that do not concern you."
He didn't touch her, but the need for it was a hunger she could feel wrapping around her.
"I'm always getting into things I shouldn't. That is my job description. Remember?" She straightened, bringing her body closer to his, the heat of him nearly flush against her.
"Stop." His fingers curled around her upper arm as his expression tightened, his gaze narrowing on her.
"Stop what?" Brow lifting, she stared back at him archly. "Remember, Khalid, you sought me out, it wasn't the other way around."
"I know you," his voice was a heavy growl. "You're about to make a mistake, Marty."
"A mistake?" Her hand lifted, pressing lightly against his chest. "I'm not the one that made this mistake. I believe that was you."
She could feel his heart beneath her hand, beating hard and heavy, racing with the same power that she felt in her own.
"Your father warned me to stay the hell away from you." His fingers tightened on her arm reflexively. "I believe he should have warned you instead."
A smile tipped her lips. "He knows better." She moved closer, watching his expression, feeling the power of her own inexperience and the desperate need tearing through her. Seducing him was her goal, but it was going to take more than standing in the dark with him.
"You should know better than this." Suddenly, as though the power of her own need transmitted to him, he pulled her against his body, one hand pressing tight and hard against her h*ps to hold her flush against the strength of his erection.
The heavy, erect width of his c**k pressed against her lower stomach, the heat of it sinking past his slacks and the silk of her clothes as her breath caught in her throat.
God, she felt like one of those damned stupid fainting misses from the old romances her mother used to read. The ones who swooned seconds before the pirates had their way with them. Yeah, the ones she had laughed at for so many years.
"Why should I know better?" Her hands slid over his chest to his shoulders. "Because you're meeting with a deep-cover CIA agent known to share his women, just as you do? Or perhaps you and the CIA agent are meeting with a man known to have ties to both of you? Tell me, Khalid, does my godfather know you're up to fun and games with the CIA and Interpol?"
It had been no more than a suspicion at first. Sebastian De-Lorents was a hell of an actor, but seeing them together, hearing the history Bastian and Shayne had, it had finally clicked.
"You don't know what you're talking about." The slow tension in his body told her otherwise.
She almost laughed. The sound came out more as a suspicious little snort. "Really, Khalid, you are talking to the woman who knows all your little games and how you play them," she reminded him. "Tell me what games you're playing with our local spook and his Spanish cohort, and I might be nice and not tell Daddy on you." The facetious threat didn't go over well.
Or perhaps it went over too well.
A heartbeat later he lifted her, pulled her into the dark shelter of the surrounding trees. Before she could think to struggle he had her back against a tree, her body lifted to him, his lips covering hers.