Faking It_Mills & Boon Dare_Close Quarters by Stefanie London

Author:Stefanie London [London, Stefanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, billionaires, Police & Law Enforcement, contemporary, Women
ISBN: 9781474087100
Google: uDSJDwAAQBAJ
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2019-08-22T14:19:42+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Hannah

I’M IN CONTROL HERE. I have to tell myself that because fear charges through my veins like a shock of electricity, filling me with jittering energy. I’m in control.

Sure, beefcake number one is holding my arm so tight I’m sure he’s going to leave a bruise. And okay, of course I would feel safer if I had a weapon handy. But I know how to handle a big guy. I know exactly where my elbows and knees need to go. And I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he thinks I’m a dumb drunk girl and based on that he will underestimate me in a fight. Which I will absolutely use to my advantage.

“C’mon, pretty girl.” He leers at me with his colourless eyes, and his puffy lips curve into a smile. “Let’s go this way.”

Dark hair, dark eyes. Heavy brow and bulbous nose. Tattoos on his right arm that peek out from his cuff. They’re coloured tatts. Faded, though. Details rattle through my brain at lightning speed, all getting logged away so I can compare them to mugshots Max provided us at the beginning of the assignment.

“No,” I say in a kind of singsong voice my roommate uses when she’s had a few too many Chardonnays. “I don’t want to go that way.”

I glance at Matt, who doesn’t even try to intervene. And he knows who I am, because I saw it on his face the second we made eye contact. Not that he mentioned it, however. He acted like he’d never seen me before. I’m pissed he’s willing to let a neighbour get into trouble like this, but his inaction tells me something important. He’s scared of these guys.

“I want to talk.” I bat my eyelashes at beefcake number one and then a waft of rotting garbage hits me. I don’t need to pretend to be grossed out by that, so I let my natural reaction play out. “Why are you hanging out in such a stinky street? Haven’t you got anywhere nicer to go?”

“We’re conducting business, sweetheart,” beefcake number one drawls.

“Are you garbagemen?” I giggle and sway on my heels. “Is that why your business is out here?”

“Do we look like garbagemen?” Beefcake number two glares at me. He’s also dark-haired and dark-eyed, but seems cleaner cut. No tatts that I can see.

“She’s a stupid drunk bitch,” Matt says, almost snarling at me. But the action feels a little forced, like he’s trying to draw attention away from me.

Speaking of drawing attention...

I catch sight of Owen rushing up the alley toward me, his face filled with worry. Shit. He’s going to blow everything. I’d hoped to poke around a bit more, see what else came out. I can handle these guys, especially since there are a ton of security cameras focused on the loading bay. They wouldn’t do anything in plain sight, so all I have to do is make sure I don’t stray too far.

“What the fuck?” Beefcake number two swings his head around and jams his hands into his pockets as Owen approaches.

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