“I know. I took the first one just to maintain cover, but once I started it was like I couldn’t stop. I was compelled to get more, and when that Yasmin woman handed me another before telling me I should just fuck you in front of everyone—”
She flinched and her jaw went tight.
He clamped his mouth shut. Real smooth, Hazard. Way to make the woman you love think she was just another fuck. “That’s not why I approached you though. I wanted you. I always want you. I love you, Bianca.”
A sharp silence fell, slicing him down to the bone. Waiting wasn’t his strong suit. Fuck, him and patience weren’t even in the same zip code, but for Bianca? He’d wait.
Finally, she raised her pointed chin. “Look, we don’t have time for this shit right now. This whole mission is turning into one day-long dramathon and I’ve reached my limit. Let’s stick to protocol.”
Before he could respond, she pulled the encrypted cell phone out of its hiding spot in her makeup case. Her fingers flew across the keyboard.
BIANCA: CONFIRM GENIE’S WISH. NEW DELIVERY SYSTEM. DISSOLVES IN LIQUID. ODORLESS. TASTELESS.
BLACKFISH: COPY THAT. TIMELINE COMPRESSED. WE PARTY AT DAWN. GET OU
T NOW.
BIANCA: THAT’S BULLSHIT.
BLACKFISH: THAT’S LIFE
BIANCA: WE’RE NOT GOING NOT WITHOUT GIDGET.
BLACKFISH: YOUR CHOICE. CANNOT OFFER ANY COVERAGE DURING EVENT.
LEXIE: GET ME TAPPED INTO THE SECURITY FEED ASAP. WE’LL GET HER BEFORE THE PRICK TAKES HIS TEAM IN.
BIANCA: CONSIDER IT DONE.
She disconnected, powered down the phone and put it back in the makeup case’s secret compartment. “We have five hours to find Gidget. Gather what you need. We’ve got to get moving.”
Taz
Arriving right in time for the security guard’s late-night dinner break—thanks to Marko’s inside source for the intel—Taz and Bianca strolled down the hallway to the surveillance room as if they belonged there.
As Elisa had once told him, the key to running a good con was to believe your own bullshit. They’d only thrown on as much clothing as they could manage without raising eyebrows on their trip through the resort’s main lobby. Bianca had on a Barbie-pink sheer nightie that barely covered her ass and a thong. He was in boxers. If things went south and they had to bust out of there, neither of them wanted to make a break for it in the buff. Plus, the ridiculously frilly pocket on Bianca’s skirt gave them the perfect spot to store the encrypted cell phone.
Right outside the door, he pulled Bianca close and cupped her ass just in case the resort had placed any cameras in this hall since their last intel report. He rotated their bodies to block the view of the door and released his hold on her so he could pick the lock. “You ready to blow me while we watch people fuck, Kitten?”
“Whatever you want.” She leaned into him, pressing her soft tits against his chest. “You know you bring out the naughty slut in me.”
He felt the click of the lock’s tumblers.
Taking her lips in a swift, hard kiss, he turned the door knob and they spilled into the security room. The door had barely latched behind them before she pushed away from him and went straight to the wall of video monitors. She pulled her nightie down as far as she could before she went to sit down, but must have changed her mind because she ended up nudging the rolling chair to the side instead. He couldn’t blame her. Old soda bottles and crumpled tissues covered every available surface and there were a mountain of crumbs in the chair.
“Okay, give me the USB,” she said.
He pulled the tiny flash drive from a small pocket secreted in his boxers waistband and handed it over. She plugged it in. After that it was just watching nonsensical numbers flash across the computer terminal as the bug Lexie had crafted downloaded.
The team hacker promised it would only take about ten minutes for the action to complete so she’d have full access to the resort’s entire surveillance program. While that happened, he and Bianca had nothing to do but twiddle their thumbs.
That made it the perfect time to fire the opening salvo in Operation Spill Your Guts. Just the idea of it made his left eye twitch, but if that’s what it took to get Bianca to see there was more to them then just orgasms, he’d do it.
“So what do you want to know?” he asked.
“About what?” she asked, her attention focused on the program’s downloading window on the computer’s screen.
“Me.”