Hell on Heels by Cassidy Carla

Author:Cassidy, Carla [Cassidy, Carla]
Format: mobi
Tags: Suspense
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2006-04-20T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Chantal supposed she should be worried about Luke’s threat, but she was too busy celebrating her success with the cuffs to worry too much.

She figured she’d go to the bar, have a quick drink then go back to the room and release him. No harm. No foul. She knew she should also feel guilty about what she’d done, but she didn’t.

He’d deserved it. There was no way she’d believe that he hadn’t had some sort of ulterior motive in trying to get her into bed. Maybe he thought he’d blow her away with his lovemaking and she’d become a mewling, passive partner he could take advantage of.

No way. No how.

She’d probably pay for her little bit of fun, but the shocked expression on his face when she’d snapped the cuff onto the headboard had been worth whatever the consequence.

As she headed toward the hotel bar she recognized that it was going to be difficult sharing her space with Luke. When she’d initially agreed to his plan she hadn’t really thought it all through, hadn’t really considered that the plan meant they’d share the same room, share the same bathroom…the same bed.

At the time she’d agreed she hadn’t recognized that there was some perverse part of her that was drawn to him on a physical level. Jeez, when he’d walked through that door, every hormone in her body had jumped to life.

If he thought his little act of seduction would make sharing a room with her easier, he’d definitely miscalculated. As hot as she thought he looked with his new haircut and clothes, she wasn’t about to muddle up this tenuous partnership by having sex with him.

The lounge in the Hacienda Hotel was called the Sombrero. A long polished wooden bar ran the width of the room and behind that bar the wall was decorated with a variety of fancy, glittering, sequin-spotted Mexican hats.

Several couples were seated at the tables but Chantal headed for one of the empty barstools. She hoped the bartender, an attractive Hispanic young man, spoke some English, for her Spanish was rusty at best.

“Good evening, señorita,” he greeted her with a diamond-bright smile. “What can I get for such a pretty lady?”

Belinda would slather this dark-eyed, dark-haired man on a cracker and eat him right up, she thought as she remembered the fundraiser at the Kansas City Club. “How about a margarita and a little information?” she replied.

“What kind of information?” he asked a moment later as he placed the drink on a napkin in front of her.

Chantal opened her purse and took out a small picture of Marcus Willowby. She’d gotten the photo from Rebecca Willowby and it showed the young man standing on a porch, the sun sparking off his blond hair.

“I’m looking for an old college friend of my husband’s,” she said. “We heard he was down here in Tamillo and thought we would look him up while we were here.” She slid the photo toward the bartender. “Have you seen him around

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