I raised my eyebrows. “And why would he do that?”
He shrugged. “The boss likes pretty girls.” He paused, his gaze running down my body suggestively. “And you are certainly that.”
Despite it being an obvious line, I smiled. Hey, a woman has to take compliments when she can get them. “And is your boss around?”
“No, he was called away on some emergency business.” He shrugged again. “They don’t tell the plebs anything.”
The wryness in his tone made my smile widen. There was something almost cunning in this big wolf’s eyes, something that suggested he didn’t actually miss much at all. And that could come in very handy.
“Do the plebs get lunch breaks?”
The interest in his eyes flared deeper. “They do. In half an hour.”
I touched his arm lightly, leaning forward conspiratorially, in the process giving him a nice view of my breasts. There was nothing in my agreement with Kellen that excluded flirting. “And are they allowed to…talk…to the customers? Accept a drink or two?”
“They certainly can talk.” Amusement teased his lips as his gaze flicked down, then up. “And as long as the drink is nonalcoholic, that will be fine.”
I ran my fingertips lightly down to his hand. “I might see you inside, then.”
“I think you just might.”
I walked away, feeling his gaze on my butt as I headed in. And I have to say, I worked it. Nothing like the interest of a man to make the wolf flirt outrageously.
The main room was hot, suggesting the air-conditioning still wasn’t working properly. There weren’t as many people pressed onto the dance floor this afternoon, but most of the booths were full. I flared my nostrils, sucking in the scents, allowing the lust and the scent of sex to flood through my body. My pulse, already racing, stepped up another level.
It was a shame I couldn’t actually do anything, thanks to the promise I’d made to Kellen. This might be a scouting trip, but if I had sex here, it would be because I wanted to, not because I had to. And that wasn’t in the spirit of our agreement.
I walked down the steps and did a circuit of the room, then stopped and got a drink from the almost empty bar. “So,” I said, showing my pass as the bartender slid a beer across the counter. “Where’s a girl to find some real action in this joint?”
“The Executive Room? That’ll be the doors to the left of the bar, ma’am.” He pointed out the silvery doors wrapped in shadows. “Just slide your pass through the slot. The Executive is on the left.”
I raised an eyebrow, feigning interest when I already knew the answer thanks to Jodie. “So what’s the room on the right?”
“It’s for guests of the owners, and by invitation only.”
“Thanks.” I collected my beer and headed for the doors.
I swiped the card through the appropriate slot. The little red light flashed for several seconds, then flicked to green. The door clicked, then opened, revealing a short, shadowed corridor. Better and better.
I stepped through the door, and almost immediately saw the sturdy-looking guard to my right. Bang went my plans for a little easy breaking and entering.
“The Executive Room?” I asked, my gaze skimming the shadows, looking for cameras and infrareds. There were three of the former—one covering each door, and one near what looked to be an elevator—but none of the latter.
“Door to your left, ma’am,” he said politely.
“Thanks.” I lowered a shield and carefully felt for his mind, my psychic probe little more than a barely-there caress.
The guard wasn’t shielded, and his mind was wide open for invasion. Which suggested they either had nothing to hide, or that they didn’t think they were ripe for trouble in the safety of their back rooms. It was mighty tempting to do a full mind-raid, but the cameras were on me and I couldn’t afford to stand still. Not even for the short amount of time it would take to read his mind.
I turned on my heel and headed for the lushly padded doors to my left. While the cameras weren’t infrared, disappearing into shadows in the middle of the corridor was likely to gain more than a little attention from whatever security forces were watching the screens.
The velvety doors slid open as I approached, and the soft purr of music spun out. Like the main room, the dance floor here dominated the space, but there were fewer tables and more sofas and beanbags spread out along the walls. The room itself was warmer in tone, the walls a rich gold and the furnishings a mix of leather and plush materials. The sensual and erotic melodies of the music mingled with the scent of lust and sex in the air, creating an ambience that was relaxing yet sexy. I breathed deep, allowing the atmosphere to soak deep inside. An answering tremor of excitement coursed through every fiber. Now,
this
room was more my style. I guess it was the more intimate atmosphere I found sexier—the main room was just too large for someone used to smaller venues.
I walked down the steps and around the dance floor, looking for anyone resembling Adrienne’s drawing. The sights and sighs of mating were all around, and my own lust rose, sweetening the air. A shifter gravitated toward me, drawn like a bee to honey by the scent of a willing wolf in heat. I gave him a smile and shook my head. I’d made a promise, and I intended to keep it.
I claimed a booth toward the rear of the room, placing my drink on the table before tugging off my shirt and dumping it beside the drink. If anyone happened to come looking for me—and there was no reason why they should—they’d think I was on the dance floor. After a quick look around to be sure there were no eyes or cameras pointed my way, I faded into shadow.
It was easy enough to slip through the darkness hugging the dance floor. The tricky bit was timing the sweep of muted lights with someone going through the main door. I missed several chances thanks to the timing of the lights, but finally followed a panting and naked couple out of the door. They went right, to the bathroom. I stepped left, into the deeper darkness.
The guard sniffed, his nose rising a little as he tasted the air. Scenting me, even if he couldn’t see me. I gave him no time to place the aroma or hit the alarm, just lowered several layers of shields and stormed into his mind. He was mine in an instant.
I rifled quickly through his thoughts and memories, finding nothing when it came to Adrienne or Jodie, and very little else that was useful—mainly because he did little more than follow orders handed down from his shift supervisor.
I made him open the door and peer inside, as if investigating a noise, then I slipped past him, into the shadows of the smaller room. When he closed the door again, I released him, keeping only the barest psychic hold on him so I’d know if he heard or suspected anything unusual.
This room was all dark paneling and thick comfortable seating. The air was warm and sweet smelling, the aroma a mix of leather, alcohol, and sex. Interestingly, there were no security cams and no dance floor, but there was a large well-stocked bar.
There didn’t seem to be anything of interest in this room, and yet instinct prickled.
Frowning, I walked around, inspecting the walls, looking for anything odd. There didn’t seem to be anything out of place, and certainly nothing that would explain my growing certainty that this room held secrets.
I flicked to the infrared of my vampire vision, and looked around again. That’s when I discovered the other room. It was behind the wall to the right of the entrance, and there didn’t appear to be a door into it. Not from this room, anyway.
I walked over, then flicked off the infrared. The wall looked totally solid, but maybe there was a hidden entrance. I mean, it looked like a storage room, so why wouldn’t there be a door somewhere? It made no sense, otherwise. I raised a hand, expecting to meet wood paneling. Instead, my fingers met nothing, disappearing into the wall.
What appeared to be solid concrete and wood paneling was, in fact, a fake barrier that divided the room into two.
After a moment’s hesitation, I stepped through. Energy caressed my body, making my skin tingle and my hair stand on end. I’d felt a sensation like that before, in the den of the dark god. Someone had set up magical barriers on this door, meaning there was obviously something worth protecting in the room beyond.
But if the barrier had been set to protect, why was I able to step through?
From this side the barrier looked almost nonexistent. There was only a slight shimmer of energy to suggest there was any division between the two rooms. This half of the room beyond was much smaller, with only half a dozen steps between the false wall and the real back wall. Air flowed gently from the thick darkness to my right, but it was the setup on my left that caught my interest.
Someone had set themselves up a recording room, complete with several expensive-looking video cameras that sat on desks facing the false wall. It seemed the owners were filming events in the other room. Maybe they had a sideline of blackmail going on. Which, while illegal, wasn’t exactly what I was here to uncover. And given Adrienne hadn’t even made it in here, it wasn’t what she’d discovered, either. Unless, of course, she’d seen it when she’d brushed against the stranger in the hall.
So why would she then go on to the island? Why not expose the blackmailing scheme, if that was what was going on? Was there any connection at all to the three missing women, or was it pure chance she’d disappeared the same way as those others?
I’d barely stepped away from the cameras when there was a sharp sound from the shadows, then a door opened and light suddenly swept across the darkness, just missing my toes.
Two men were framed in the light, one human, one not. Both armed.
If I didn’t get my ass out of there, I was one caught puppy.
Chapter 8
I
spun and ran for the shadows behind the last desk. It was a tight squeeze between the wall and the desktop, but I flattened my breasts with my hands and forced my body into the gap.
And not a moment too soon. Light swept across the wall where I’d been only moments before, the bright beam flinging the table legs into sharp relief against the shadows and almost highlighting my fingers. I crunched up into a tight ball and waited.
“Nothing, as I suspected,” one man said, his voice low and deep, and somehow familiar. But I wasn’t about to risk peering out to take a better look at the speaker. Not with the bright beam of the flashlight still skirting the room. “Told you those damn barriers were faulty.”
“They may be faulty, but the scent of a female lingers in the room, boss.”
Boss? I thought the man at the front door had said the owner had gone away?
“It’s probably left over from last night.” Even so, he stepped forward and sniffed the air. I could only hope he was one human who
didn’t
have a good sense of smell.
Light pierced my corner. I shrunk back as far as I could, biting my lip and hoping like hell the desk’s modesty screen threw enough shadows to keep me hidden. But the vampire veil of darkness that kept me safe could be destroyed so easily. It would only take one flicker of brightness to tear the shadows apart and reveal me.
“Has anyone talked to Mike?”
“No. I alerted you the minute the alarm went off.”
The first man grunted, then said, “Mike, get in here.”
There was a scuffle of noise, then the guard appeared at the door. I still had my finger on his mental pulse, so to speak, and felt his surprise. For an instant, I thought about letting my psychic touch go deeper, to see what this man saw, but that might be a bad idea. These men seemed sharp enough to sense anything amiss, and I didn’t have the time I needed to take full control of the guard’s sensory and speech functions.
“Yes, boss?” the guard said, voice sharp and respectful.
“Have you allowed anyone in here? Heard anything odd?”
“No, sir.”
“Security is saying you opened the door not ten minutes ago. Why was that?”
Security was obviously tight here. The point was, why? Or was that a stupid question, given the cameras in this room? The owner obviously had a whole lot more going on than just a nightclub where humans could get their inhibited rocks off.
“Don’t know. Thought I heard a sound.”
“No one came past you into the front room at any time?”
“No, sir. Everyone who came into the hall just headed to the Executive Room.”
“Thanks, Mike.” Silence fell as the guard retreated. Once the door had closed behind him again, the deep-voiced man said, “You’d better check the stairs and the basement. If we have got an intruder, then that’s where they’ve come from. Call me if you find anything. And get that magi back in here tomorrow to check these barriers.”
“Will do.”
Footsteps retreated. The holder of the light remained, sweeping the corners before moving into the other room. I rose and squeezed out from behind the desk to catch a glimpse of the man, thankful that the barrier was one-way.
He was built big, and his pale skin seemed to glow with an almost luminous light against the shadows. He wasn’t anyone I recognized, and he certainly wasn’t the man Adrienne had drawn.
He walked toward the main door, flung it open, then stepped through. Giving me my one and only chance to leave this room. I ran forward. Again the tingling swept my skin, and part of me wondered if there were DNA sensors involved that could warn if someone other than approved personnel went through it. It would certainly explain the quick appearance of the two men.