Kiss the Enemy (Slye Temp) by Dianna Love Read Free Book Online

the first time tonight a woman caught Logan’s eye.
    A long-legged fantasy emerged, entering the room slowly like a secret thought. She didn’t sashay around in her shimmering gold dress, dragging tongues out in her wake as several others had. No, this one strolled through, letting it be known that she was here, she was available, and she was not going to be easy.
    Talk about hot.
    That kind of confidence turned Logan on faster than big boobs and pouty lips.
    Blond hair flowed around a sleek neck and graceful shoulders. Sheer sleeves covered her arms, but she appeared more buff than soft. Her legs flexed with cut muscle. Not the kind earned from a steady diet of aerobics. He might be the rare man in here who appreciated a woman with serious muscles earned from hours of hard workouts. Those legs would fit perfectly around his waist.
    She paused to speak to a man standing with another woman. Madam Amazon’s perfect lips offered the possibility of a smile, but no more, as she moved on.
    Legs wrapped around him and those lips on his. He wanted a taste. He wanted ...
    What the hell? He was getting hard as stone and he blamed it on going without for almost a year. Logan balled his hands against his arms and thought of ugly hookers, his brother in prison, anything but how much he liked the way the long-legged beauty moved.
    She made it around the room and her gaze shifted toward Dragan for a brief moment, then returned to surveying the rest of the room. But that one flicker of notice was enough to jack Logan’s spidey sense into high gear.
    Tall, blond, and moved like she’d had serious physical training.
    Could this be the Banker’s contact?
    Calculating her physical appearance, the time factor, and the way she watched the room as she navigated her way around, Logan would bet his left nut that she was the one.
    Another man detained her. She leaned in, listened, considered and gave him some answer that managed to leave him smiling in spite of her walking away.
    Her gaze had been hidden inside the slits of her gold domino mask until she turned toward the aquarium and the fish cleared. Those intense purple eyes peered through an opening between rocks and fish to meet his. He didn’t so much as twitch beneath her perusal, but keeping one body part in particular under control was a test.
    Think ugly old hookers .
    He had a rule against hookers, no matter how hot. He’d never been that desperate.
    But this was a mission and he needed the Banker.
    ~*~
    Dragan and his attack bodyguard were here.
    Margaux hid her flash of relief that Snake Eyes hadn’t screwed her so far. As she walked the room, keeping the aquarium between her and the bar, she gave polite smiles, trying to ignore the men as they ogled her the way cowboys admired prime beef. She took her time weaving through the group of hardtails, who hallucinated her into their current sexual fantasies, and the array of stunning women who paid her no mind.
    If Dragan was here, that should mean whoever the Banker was sending to make contact had not arrived yet. That’s how it would work in a perfect world.
    Lately, in her world it could mean the Banker’s person had already made contact and Dragan would just walk out once he tired of the female attention.
    Margaux might have already gambled everything on tonight, but something told her she wasn’t through placing bets.
    Women with invisible price tags surrounded Dragan.
    Every masked woman in this place had one.
    Including Margaux. But only for tonight.
    Choosing to play a role was far different than actually being used that way. She’d never let someone hurt her physically again.
    Never let herself get in the position where someone she loved could trade her for—
    Stop it . Unproductive thinking was dangerous on a mission.
    She kept moving, taking her time getting around the room, building interest. At least she hoped Dragan was noticing since he was turned this way with his back to the bar.
    Dragan Stoli had no reason for a