Undercover Lovers [Urban Affairs 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Gale Stanley Read Free Book Online Page A

and Slade made a grab for it before the second ring sounded.
    “Slade Wolfe?”
    “Yeah.” He sat up straight and waited to hear what came next.
    “My name is Mike Donovan. Can we meet today?”
     
    * * * *
     
    Being new to the city, Slade left it to the cop to pick their meeting place. He would know about places where it was okay for humans and shifters to meet without raising eyebrows. Slade arrived at the Safe Zone a little early so he could get a first look at Mike when the man walked in.
    True to its name, it was a bar on the boundary of Dogtown, a place where humans and Weres could hang out without being harassed. A place where they could be sure they wouldn’t get knifed in the men’s room.
    Inside the air was heavy with the smell of smoke and sweat. The dingy interior was furnished with leather booths and tables that looked like they’d been rescued from the city dump. The place was empty and Slade had his pick of tables. He chose a corner booth under a black-and-white print of old New York and ordered a drink. When the door opened, he knew his contact immediately. Six feet, short dark blond hair, square jaw, blue eyes, bodybuilder physique—the man’s whole persona screamed cop .
    Mike spotted him, nodded, and made his way to Slade’s booth, navigating the maze of tables. He slid in opposite Slade, and the two men sized each other up.
    “I’m Mike Donovan.”
    “Of course you are.” Slade took the proffered hand and nodded. “Slade Wolfe.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Mike felt a momentary spark when his eyes met Slade’s, but it turned to a flame of anger when he smelled cinnamon on the man. This is the motherfucker who’s been all over Jaxon . When his superior told him an undercover agent was infiltrating Dogtown, he didn’t think the Captain meant under Jaxon’s covers. He reminded himself that this agent didn’t give two shits about Jaxon. He was just doing a job. Like you’re supposed to be doing, Michael. If anything he should be pissed at Jaxon for letting this stranger seduce him.
    “What can I get you?” A barmaid stood by the table, waiting to take their order. Mike listened to Slade make small talk for a few minutes until she came back with their drinks. Slade waited until she walked away before speaking again. “This was a good choice, but we probably shouldn’t meet here again.”
    “You’re right. There are other places…” Mike took a swallow from his mug of dark amber ale and studied Slade over the rim. Cinnamon with a faint hint of wet dog. It blew his mind and his blood pressure. Jaxon had come to Mike’s bed with Slade’s scent all over him. He spoke through gritted teeth. “You make any progress?”
    Slade shrugged. “I got a job in the club.”
    “Doing what?”
    “Stripping.” The wolf grinned at him. “And doing a pretty damn good job of it, if I do say so myself. Which I don’t have to, if you judge my performance by the size of my tips.”
    Motherfucker. Another surge of anger ripped through Mike. He couldn’t keep the sneer off his face.
    Slade gave him a funny look. “You have a problem working with a wolf?”
    Yeah, if the big, bad wolf is after my boyfriend. “Only if he’s a cocky bastard.”
    Slade’s face creased into an irresistibly devastating grin. “I prefer to think of myself as confident.
    It might be the boredom of being stuck in a squad car for eight hours a day with the same partner, but most cops spoke to each other candidly about their personal lives, about everything. That wouldn’t be happening here—and not just because Mike couldn’t reveal his relationship with Jaxon. Mike had mixed emotions about Slade Wolfe. The wolf might be the second sexiest man he’d ever met, Jax being number one, but his cocky persona gave off bad vibes. “Whatever you want to call it, it comes across as arrogance in my book.”
    “Whatever you want to call it, it’s purely a fundamental belief in my own abilities.”
    “Okay, I’ll give you that