Spark of Magic by Trista Ann Michaels Read Free Book Online Page B

There was no way Rebecca would leave and not explain it in person.
    Sunshine beat down on her bare shoulders, warming her as the morning moved into afternoon. She’d slept for over ten hours, awakening to find Rebecca’s note that she’d left with the men in her fantasy. Something was wrong. She knew it deep in her gut.
    Her patience wore thin and her shoes tapped out an angry rhythm against the sidewalk. After seconds of waiting for a response she rapped her knuckles against the door again, this time a little louder.
    The door opened and she stared angrily at the woman who greeted her. “Where’s Marcus?” Tonya demanded.
    “He’s…” the woman began until a tall form moved to stand behind her.
    Marcus.
    Tonya’s heart began to beat fast in her chest as she stared at the gorgeous man who’d given her the best sex of her life just hours before. “Where is she?” Tonya demanded, trying to keep her mind on the task at hand.
    “Who?” he asked innocently, nodding to the confused woman who’d first answered the door. She walked away, leaving her with an amused Marcus.
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    “Don’t act all innocent with me, damn it. I’m talking about Rebecca. The woman I came in here with yesterday.”
    “Oh yes. Rebecca. I have no idea.” He shrugged and Tonya mentally stomped down the urge to smack him.
    Tonya put her hands on her hips and glared up at him. “You had to have seen them leave. Or were you having sex with someone else?”
    He smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling with merriment. “Jealous?”
    “Oh for the love of,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. “As if. You were a fantasy fuck, hotshot, get over it.”
    “Oh I think I was more than just a fantasy fuck, don’t you?” With a sexy as hell grin he leaned against the doorjamb and crossed his arms over his very wide chest.
    She waved the note she held in her hand. “I’m here to find out about my friend, not argue with you over what type of sex it was. Now…are you going to help me or am I going to go to the police?”
    “She’s an adult, Tonya. Can’t she leave if she so chooses?”
    “Of course she can. That’s not the point. The point is how she did it. She would never have just left me a note. Nor would she have left without her stuff. She didn’t take anything.”
    Marcus sighed then glanced toward the sky, his eyes squinting at the bright sunlight. “I’m sure you’ll hear from her soon.”
    “I give up,” she sighed with a wave of her hand. “Fine.”
    She turned to head back down the sidewalk and hail a cab to take her to the police department. Marcus jumped from the doorway and moved much faster than any man should be able to. Before she got two steps away he stood in front of her, blocking her path. Her stomach flipped in surprise as she stared up at his height in anger.
    “What are you doing?” she snapped.
    “Come inside and I’ll make a few phone calls,” he replied. “I’m sure there’s no need to get the police involved. Besides, I doubt they would listen to you anyway.”
    Her gaze narrowed. “So you know who took her?”
    “I’m not saying that but I’m sure I can find out.”
    Tonya pursed her lips, hoping she wasn’t about to make a huge mistake. But something deep inside made her think she could trust him—made her think she could believe what he said. Taking a deep breath, she nodded in agreement.
    “Fine,” she said, waving her hand toward the massive double doors of the club.
    “Lead the way.”
    Marcus’ lips twitched slightly in amusement but she didn’t miss the hint of worry in his gaze and it increased her trepidation as she followed him inside the darkened interior. He made his way to the back of the room and through another set of double doors that lead to the back offices, Tonya close on his heels.
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    Without warning he turned to face her, making her screech to a halt. “Stay here,” he ordered and her mouth dropped open in surprise.
    “I don’t think so.”
    “Stay here