Lust (Vegas Nights 2)

I pushed my way into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked the same as I had when I’d left my house, except for my hair being a little bit more mussed up. Turning to check my ass in the mirror, I saw Adrian was right. My panties were totally visible through this dress.

Oh, well. All I could do at this point was sigh it off.

I gathered myself, slipped my coat over my arms, and headed out of the bathroom.

And almost slammed right into Daniel Duvall.

“I thought you looked familiar,” he said in a low voice, eyes devoid of any of the softness from earlier. “And it just clicked. I’m pretty sure you worked at a Fox club when I did, except, you weren’t a manager. You were behind the scenes and paid me my check every week.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied, my heart thumping furiously against my chest. “I just met you tonight.”

Where the hell was Adrian? Where was the entire team?

“You sure about that?”

“Positive. Actually, this is a bad idea. I’ll take a raincheck on this.” I made to step to the side, but his arm shot out and stopped me.

“No, you won’t. You’re coming with me, Perrie Fox.” His hands closed around my upper arms.

Maybe, I should have felt fear. Maybe the anger in his gaze should have terrified me. Maybe I should have been shitting myself because the people who were supposed to have arrested him by now, hadn’t.

But, I didn’t.

I felt anger.

Anger that he knew who I was. Anger that I hadn’t been careful enough with my appearance tonight.

Anger that he dared put his hands on me.

“I’m going to say this once,” I said, looking into dark eyes that now seemed the epitome of cruel. “Get your hands off me.”

“You’re coming with me.”

“I absolutely am not.”

He tugged at me.

A familiar flash of blue-green eyes caught my attention from several feet away.

Angry, hard, blue-green eyes.

I beat Adrian to it.

I lifted my knee and rammed it into Daniel’s thigh. It shocked him enough that he stilled and I could lift it again—this time, into his groin. The impact made him release me, and for good measure, I rammed the heel of my hand into his nose.

I told him I wasn’t going away.

Adrian grabbed hold of me, yanking me close to him. His eyes searched my face and my body. “Did he hurt you?”

I glared at him. I wasn’t going to dignify that with an answer. In fact, I was so mad he’d left me for so long.

Sam wrenched Daniel’s arms up and behind his back, cuffs jangling. “Rory Peterson, you’re under arrest for the solicitation of sexual services and attempted kidnapping. You do not have to say anything…”

Attempting kidnapping?

I jerked my heard around to see Daniel—Rory—glaring at me.

“I hope you’ll be arresting her for assault!” Blood dripped onto his mouth.

“Ms. Fox acted in self-defense. However, if you’d like to make an official complaint when you get to the statement, you’re more than welcome to. I expect the CCTV footage will prove your attempts fruitless,” Adrian said in a dry tone, releasing me. “Get him out of here.” He nodded toward Sam then turned to me. “Let’s go make your statement. And do that fucking coat up.”

I slammed my purse into his chest so I could. Then, I snatched it back, and stalked off ahead of him.

My goddamn wrist hurt.

Chapter Seventeen

Perrie

Giving my statement was relatively straightforward. Adrian obviously realized I had no desire to talk to him, so Sam took it. When the interview was done, he shut off the recorder, sighed, sat back, and rubbed his face.

“Can I go now?” I asked him.

He looked at me with tired eyes. “Humor me for five minutes?”

“I’m not in the mood for stand-up comedy.”

He held his hands up. “I get it, you’re pissed. But when he followed you, we knew he’d recognized you. He hadn’t clocked onto us, but we had to see if we could get more on him.”

I folded my arms across my chest and stared at him. “I was here as an informant, Sam, not a hooker-magnet. I was all for snaring him until I was potentially put in a path of danger.”

“You were never in danger.”

“Yeah? Tell that to his nose.”

“It’s broken, by the way.”

“Good. It should have been his neck.”

His lips quirked to the side. “I won’t argue. Trust me when I say nothing would have happened to you. But, you gave us what we needed.”

“Which was what?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“No, fuck you.” I sat up straight and glared at him. “I literally went out there and risked myself tonight. You arrested him on attempted kidnapping—you all literally put me in danger and waited until the last possible minute to arrest the guy. I had his admission for five minutes before he found me. At least be honest with me.”