Hot Trick (A Detective Shelley Caldwell Novel) by Patricia Rosemoor Read Free Book Online Page B

coincidence, don’t you think?”
    “Right, too bizarre,” Oriel said, an odd note to her voice.
    “You know where he lives, right? I mean you have the address.”
    “Yeah, sure. Sebastian and I are solid.” Oriel grabbed a napkin and a pen from the bar and scribbled down the address, then gave it to Silke. “Here. You have to promise to tell me everything, though.”
    “If I know anything. Shelley doesn’t necessarily share her work with me.”
    “Are you kidding? Your own twin would hold out? I thought the two of you were close.”
    “We are close, but Shelley is first and foremost a cop.”
    “I don’t have a twin, but my brother Del and I used to share everything.”
    Silke caught how Oriel’s voice thickened. Undoubtedly she and her brother were on the outs.
    “I’m sure Shelley will tell me what she can. You do realize if anything comes of this, if Sebastian or someone connected to him had something to do with the woman’s death, we could be out of a job, right?”
    “Oh.” Oriel frowned. “With our talents, we’re bound to get another job with no trouble at all.”
    Silke knew Oriel didn’t mean show biz talent but the other kind practiced by patrons of this club.
    Making her wonder just how talented Oriel was.

Chapter Nine
    I wondered how long it would take Silke to get back to me.
    After hanging my clean clothes on a wall hook, I started the shower to get the hot water up. When I went to close the bathroom door, Jake was standing in the doorway, arms crossed.
    “The least you can do is give me a preview.”
    “Ja-a-ake.”
    “I love it when you say my name like that. Especially when I’m doing something carnal to you.”
    His voice vibrated through me. I knew I wasn’t going to get him to budge, so I tried to pretend he wasn’t there.
    Turning, I quickly shed my clothing, opened the glass shower door and stepped inside. I could feel his gaze as I let the water pound over my exhausted body. He didn’t take his eyes off me once as I sponged foamy shower gel all over.
    “Let me help.”
    I nearly jumped. He had an unnerving way of moving so fast I couldn’t even see him coming. One second he was at the bathroom door, the next second he was inside the shower with me, getting an up-close-and-personal view.
    “Your back really needs attention,” he said, reaching for the bath sponge in my hand.
    I couldn’t object, not when he was so close and so hot and I was so Jake-deprived. I guessed what was coming—the slippery feel of the sponge, his free hand “helping” spread the suds in every direction. He slid his hand lower, around my buttocks and between my thighs. Breathing hard, I hit the shower wall with both hands and spread my legs. He had the longest, cleverest fingers of any man I’d ever been with, and even before he slid them inside me I was creaming.
    “I think you need attention here too,” he murmured, torturing my clit a little, pressing himself up against my backside.
    “You’re still dressed,” I gasped.
    “Complaints?” He slid the sponge around to my breast and teased a nipple until it stood at attention.
    I couldn’t answer him, not with his fingers inside me and his cock rock hard stroking my butt. I wanted to tear off his jeans and free him, but I couldn’t move.
    He rocked against me in an imitation of sex, pushed and pulled his fingers in and out. My heart thumped in my chest. In my throat. In my sweet spot. And just as I was climbing and climbing and climbing, almost there, knowing all I had to do was hang on for another few seconds and Jake would give me the relief I’d been missing, only then did the damn phone ring.
    Jake kept up the pressure, but my head left the zone.
    The phone rang again and Jake must have read my altered mood, because he stopped trying.
    “Sorry,” I whispered.
    “I’ll bet you are.” He left me in the shower to answer the phone.
    “After you get that, could you pull up the computer and run a search on Sebastian Cole?” It