The redhead smiled sheepishly. “Both. Most of the foreigndignitaries go there to relax, so it’s a very strange mix of people. There’s a back room where interesting stuff goes on that requires a password.” Her expression turned smug. “And I, my dear, have the password for tonight.”
“What kind of interesting things?” Caitlin asked dubiously. “If it’s having sex in public, you can forget about it. I’ll stick to the dance floor.”
Beatrice pouted at her. “Oh, come on, don’t you want to get riled up before you go home to your man? I’m sure Travis would love that.”
“You clearly don’t know Travis.” Caitlin tugged the hem of her dress as if doing so would make it longer. “He’ll strangle me if he finds out I’m wearing this dress.”
“Ooooh, I didn’t know you guys were into that kind of kink.”
Before Caitlin could retort, the doorbell buzzed.
“That’s Emily. Seriously, Travis is a slave driver; it’s almost ten p.m. It’s Friday night for heaven’s sake,” Beatrice said.
Caitlin held her tongue because the project they were working on was Beatrice’s client. So if they didn’t get the security detail squared tight, it was the redhead’s reputation on the line.
Travis’s diminutive assistant walked in, dressed to the nines in a little black dress, and come-fuck-me spiked heels.
Emily eyed Caitlin’s dress and grinned. “Travis will love your dress.”
The sarcasm was not lost on her.
Travis summoned allhis willpower to concentrate on the building schematics laid out in front of him as Ed Shephard outlined his strategy for protecting the senatorial contingent planning a visit to the countries of Eastern Europe.
“We have the suites on the top floor reserved for thesenators so we won’t have to worry about other hotel guests on that level,” Ed said. “We’ll have a team go in and do a sweep right before the senators check in.”
“Senators Kennedy and Spencer are bringing their families. I just got that bit of information tonight,” Travis informed them.
“Shit.” This from Nate. His friend checked his tablet for team rotations. “We’ve got a team coming off detail in the next week that should be fit for nanny duty.”
Travis chuckled, “I’ll have you inform Danielle yourself. You have a way with the ladies.”
Nate groaned, “I guess. Hell, I don’t know why she’d complain. She gets to go sightseeing with the senators’ wives.”
“We know she doesn’t give a damn about sightseeing, which makes her the best agent for this job. She blends well. I swear that woman has eyes on the back of her head,” Ed said.
Nate grinned. “You know I’m just kidding, right, guys? I recruited Dani.” He checked his watch. “It’s almost midnight. Should we pick this up on Monday? We’ve pretty much gone through every hotel and venue on their itinerary.” He got up and made for the door.
Travis and Ed exchanged glances. Travis gave his team lead the chin lift. Nate had the door halfway open when Ed stepped in front of him, laid his palm on the door, and pushed it closed.
“Not so fast, Reece,” Shephard said smoothly. “You know where our women are tonight, right? Now is the time to ‘fess up.”
Nate rolled his eyes. “After the fiasco of the last girls’ night out, I’m keeping my mouth shut.”
Nate was referring to the night Caitlin had first gone out with Beatrice and Emily. Nate went along with Travis and Ed after the two men promised to remain at a discreet table in the crowded dance club/bar. However, when a couple of men started harassing the women, they stepped in. Travis smackeda guy down right in the middle of the dance floor, and they were all thrown out and banned from returning for a year. Beatrice was royally pissed because the place was one of her favorite haunts and maintained that the girls had everything under control. Nate concurred, however Ed and Travis thought otherwise. He and Caitlin got into a big fight that night as well with no one clearly getting their point across because they ended up having angry sex and then by morning, the whole incident was ignored. And here they were again.
“Her phone is showing to be at Beatrice’s condo,” Travis said. “And we know at this time of the night, or rather . . . morning, that’s not likely.” His wife was going to get a spanking. She knew better than to leave her phone behind even if it was to avoid him tracking her.
“Em’s phone is at Beatrice’s as well,” Ed said.
“Why can’t you guys chill?” Nate mumbled. “We can have our own night out. After all the work we’ve done this week, we could go to Rooster Bar and raid their top-shelf Scotch. My treat?” Nate eyed them hopefully. “How about a strip club? You know the girls won’t mind as long as it’s hands off, right?” Nate met Travis’s eyes, which were unwavering. His friend’s shoulders slumped. “You guys are going to get me into trouble.”
Travis and Ed crossed their arms on their chest. Ed was leaning heavily on the door.
Nate sighed, “I’m not going to get outta here alive unless I spill, am I?”
Both men nodded.
Caitlin was getting dizzy;she couldn’t even finish the one drink she’d been nursing all night. The music was too loud and the club was getting too packed. Packed with all kinds of people. Some were just too beautiful to look at. Some were tooscary—like they were right out of a gangster movie. This evening’s theme was “Speakeasy,” which explained why Beatrice dressed her in a vintage flapper dress that skimmed her butt and the abundance of Al Capone-attired male clientele.
