The Playboy

by Alice Ward

  I wasn’t sure if he was playing the part of a starry-eyed lover or if he really was one. Although I thrived on his attention, this much PDA was overboard, by a lot.

  Once I got into the restroom, I made sure the wire was still in place before opening my purse to listen to the receiver. Tucking buds in my ears, I turned it on and spot-checked the track.

  Heavy breathing.

  Rustling clothes.

  More heavy breathing.

  Sexy whispers.

  More sexy whispers.

  Shit.

  I could hear Smith talking, which was the most important part, but I was annoyed with the other sounds that seemed to take over the recording. The unprofessional sounds. I could never share this with Agent Matthews.

  Disgusted with myself, I stuffed the receiver and earbuds back into my purse. This was my fault. I’d handed over control, and it had cost me.

  Going back out, I found Zane waiting at the table for me alone. He stood when he saw me. “We’re going to meet them at the restaurant.”

  I marched right past him. “You go eat with them. I’m too mad to eat.”

  With one strong hand, he stopped me. “Hold on a minute. What the hell are you mad about?”

  Looking around the bar, I knew this wasn’t the place. “Outside, come on.”

  Even as I tried to take the lead to leave the bar, he wouldn’t let me. He took my hand and walked in front of me. As soon as we were out of earshot, he stopped and held me by my shoulders. “Now tell me what you’re so mad about. You have some good information. Someone he isn’t thrilled to be meeting is coming to see the man. Surely, we can get some pictures of him meeting the people. Maybe even find a way to plant a recording device on him or something like that. We have time to plan now. I can get anything we need sent to us.”

  I was shaking, I was so mad. Mostly at myself. “Zane, the recording is useless. Thanks to your constant foreplay, all you can hear is your breathing, whispering, and my clothes rubbing the mic.”

  His brows went up, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Shit. I didn’t think about that. I’m sorry.” He took me by the shoulders again and looked me in the eyes. “But we have information anyway. Don’t let that little mishap piss you off so much you don’t go to dinner.”

  How could I tell him that I was mad as hell at myself and I had to figure out what the fuck I was doing? The professional agent in me was taking a back seat to the new girlfriend I’d become. I had to take some time to redirect myself.

  “Look, my stomach hurts. I don’t feel well at all. I’m going to my place to take a hot bath.” I began to walk away.

  He didn’t try to stop me. “I’m sorry, Sloane. I really am.”

  “I know, Zane. I just need to be alone for a while.”

  I looked over my shoulder and found him heading to the restaurant. I suppose he didn’t want to stand the other couple up. All I knew was that I needed to get on the phone with Matthews as quickly as possible and give him the information I did have.

  The lost recording wasn’t the end of the world, but me losing the controlling hand was. Zane was such a powerhouse. I knew it would be next to impossible to get him to follow my lead.

  I had to figure out what to do or end his involvement completely. Even if I did have to tell him he was falling for a liar. In the end, I was there to do a job, not fall in love.

  As soon as I got into my bungalow, I called Agent Matthews.

  “What do you have, Anderson?”

  “Some of the rabbit’s friends will be coming to play sometime next week.” I explained the full conversation and that we’d been asked to babysit his girlfriend.

  I fell back on the bed, feeling frustrated.

  “You can’t get a date for us?”

  “He said they don’t do dates and I doubt I’ll be given enough lead time to scramble a last minute team. If you send a few agents here early next week and have them stay for the whole week, I’m sure we could make an even bigger bust than we’d planned on.”

  “You’re probably right. I’ll talk to my men and get a plan of action in place. How’s everything else going?”

  “Fine,” I lied.

  Everything wasn’t going fine. I’d lost control. But I wasn’t about to admit that to my boss. I’d work it all out. Even if it meant losing Zane.

  “Okay. Keep your eye on the prize. It looks like you’ll be bringing home more than one bad guy, Anderson. Way to go. Way to use what you have available to you. I have to admit, you’ve surprised me. You’ve got a real gift there. With that sweet face and natural, innocent look, no one would believe you were filling them full of shit. You’re learning a lot from this mission.”

  My gut twisted. “Thank you, sir. Over.” I put down the phone and hurried to the bathroom. I was going to be sick.

  Sick of myself. Sick of being a paid liar. Sick of the fact I was going to hurt a man I was growing to care more and more for with each passing moment.

  What do I do now?

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Zane

  The wind picked up as I headed to the restaurant. I hurried to get inside and found Charles and Grace. Pulling my cell out, I laid it in my lap and turned on the recording app. I’d make it up to Sloane for fucking up the other recording.

  “My apologies for taking so long. Sloane’s stomach was upset. She went back to the bungalow to rest. Have you two already ordered?”

  “No, we were waiting for you guys.” Charles gestured to the waiter, and he came our way. “I’ll have the lobster. She’s having the Mahi.”

  The waiter turned to me. “The shrimp sounds good. Thanks.”

  He turned away, leaving us alone. The room was dimly lit, only candles were used to light the small restaurant. “I haven’t been in this one. It’s very romantic.”

  “Yeah, it is.” Charles wrapped his arm around Grace, nuzzling her neck. “Too bad your girl is sick.”

  “Yeah.” I rubbed my chin as I tried to think of questions that would have him repeating what he said at the bar. “When did you say your friends were coming?”

  His eyes narrowed as he looked at me, and I knew I’d fucked up. Suspicion clouded his usually relaxed face. “Next week.”

  Still, I pressed. “You don’t know what days, exactly?”

  He shook his head. “No. Is there a problem?”

  I sat back, trying to act nonchalant. “Not at all. I’m just a planner by nature and was thinking of what we can do with Grace while you’re busy. No big deal. We can wing it.”

  Charles looked appeased but he hadn’t fully relaxed. Grace smiled and shifted in her seat. “Do you think we could do a bit of shopping?”

  “That’s a great idea. In fact, I want to buy Sloane some clothes. You have amazing taste, so maybe you could help her pick some out.”

  She clapped her hands and looked excited. “Yes. I love shopping. It’s my number one hobby. And I heard there are some great shops on the other islands too. We could go island hopping and take in all Maldives has to offer. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

  “It does. We’ll make that our plan then. Shopping, it is.” I sat back, happy the conversation had taken a turn for the better but also a little worried about how we’d get any evidence on Charles if we were gone all day. I pushed that thought away. We had time to figure it all out. It was Friday, there were a few days before the new week would begin.

  Our food arrived. Charles rubbed his palms together as he looked at the steaming lobster on his plate. “This looks great.”

  I took the opportunity to ask another question as Charles cracked open the lobster claw and pulled out the white meat inside. “I’ve already forgotten the name of your family restaurant. Sloane seems keen on visiting and I don’t want to forget.”

  He looked up from his meal, his eyes narrowed once more. “Rubio’s.”

  I stabbed one of the shrimp on my plate and put it in my mouth. “Mmm.”

  Grace nodded. “My fish is fantastic.”

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sp; “Everything’s good, huh?” Charles continued to eye me.

  “Perfect.” I felt a certain amount of ominous weight with his eyes on me. There was a definite shift in the vibe Charles was giving off.

  Unspoken threats seemed to radiate off him.

  Had I asked too many questions? Seemed too eager? I was way out of my wheelhouse after all.

  Trying to lighten the mood and take his mind elsewhere, I changed the subject. “Have you all been to Texas? I’ll be visiting there next month. Heard they have amazing barbeque.”

  “I can’t stand barbeque.” Charles looked grim. “Sorry. My stomach is beginning to hurt too.” He got up and pushed his chair in. “Excuse me.”

  My balls tightened. “Hope it passes soon.” But I doubted he heard me because he was already walking away. Grace shrugged and tucked back into her dinner. “Thank God, my tummy feels fine. You feeling okay, Zane?”

  “I’m good. Maybe it’s a little bug going around. I don’t think it’s the food.” I popped another shrimp into my mouth. The truth was, mine was beginning to bother me too. I knew it was nerves though. Just like Sloane’s nerves had gotten to her. Was that Charles’ problem too?

  A nervous mafia man seemed like a dangerous thing, much the same way they said to stay away from a dog who appeared to be afraid. They tended to bite without thinking.

  Would Charles bite without thinking too?

  “You know what, I better go see if he’s okay. I’ll be right back, Grace.”

  She gave me a nod as I got up and left the table, tapping the pause button on the app. I went in the direction Charles had gone. Finding the bathroom, I opened the door. He wasn’t in the men’s room.

  Where was he?

  Looking around, I could see in the kitchen and a screen door led outside. Could he have gone outside? Only one way to find out.

  The busy cooks didn’t seem to notice me as I walked through the kitchen and out the back door. Staying close to the wall, I moved slowly, listening intently.

  “Hey, I might have a problem here.” It was Charles.

  I froze.

  “No, no, nothing like that. It’s this couple. They’re asking a lot of questions. The guy seems jittery.”

  Shit.

  “Of course, I haven’t told them anything.”

  But he had told us something. He’d told us both something that could pose a problem for him if he found out we weren’t who we told him we were.

  “The chick is almost too smooth. You know the type.”

  I frowned, listening harder.

  “She exhibits signs of being a government agent. I just want to be careful is all.”

  A government agent?

  Could Sloane be more than just helping out her friend? Was anything she said true?

  “Her name is Sloane Anderson. See if you can find out who she really is. And don’t fall for the photojournalist thing. It’s probably a cover.”

  I was stupefied the man knew so much about her. When had she told him all that? Or had I just not been paying attention?

  “No, you know I don’t carry a gun. I hate those things.”

  My knees went weak with the mention of a gun. This was getting real.

  “If you find out she’s an agent, you’ll have to send someone to shut her up. Permanently. That’s outside my pay scale.”

  My heart was pounding so hard, I began to worry he might hear it. He was asking for someone to come and kill the woman I was falling in love with.

  Love?

  Yes, I was falling. Hard. In love with a government agent. A professional liar.

  I shook my head. Was anything she said or did with me the truth?

  “The guy? No, he’s an heir to some candy fortune. He’s probably nothing. If I’m right about her being an agent, I’m sure she’s using him. He’s one of those playboy guys. I’m sure she scooped him up upon arrival so she could get an in with me.”

  He saw right through everything, and I saw through nothing.

  I was a fool. Blind.

  My damn heart squeezed as I went through the past few days in my mind. Maybe I’d find out she didn’t care about me. Hell, she might not even like me.

  But what about our heat? Our chemistry?

  As an agent, could she be trained to make men feel more for her? I bet there was a training program just for that. Fuck Men Over 101.

  God, I felt stupid.

  “I just sent you a picture of her and the guy, his name’s Zane Boyd. I wouldn’t fuck around and kill him, even on accident. His family has lots of money to look for his killer. We don’t need that kind of heat on us.”

  There it was. I was safe only because my family was rich. But Sloane was their target. And nothing I could say to Charles would stop that. No amount of physical threats to him would work to stop what he’d started.

  And it was all my fault.

  No matter how much Sloane had lied to me, she didn’t deserve to die. My foolishness could cost her dearly. I couldn’t allow that to happen.

  I wouldn’t allow it to happen.

  Barely breathing, I listened to Charles finish the call and walk away. I needed to get to Sloane and get her to the airport. I’d put her ass on a private jet and get her as far away from the island as possible.

  Would I go with her?

  I shook my head to clear it. Our relationship, fake or not, wasn’t a thing I should even be thinking about. Sloane’s safety was all that mattered. I had to get her to safety.

  If what Charles Smith said was true, I wasn’t sure which agency she worked for. CIA? FBI? Did it even matter? All that mattered was her making it out of this situation alive.

  I eased back into the kitchen and saw one of the men looking at me. “You can’t be in here.”

  “I’m not staying.” I hurried out, feeling lightheaded.

  Grace was still eating when I sat down again. As much as I wanted to get to Sloane, I knew I didn’t need to fuck things up any worse than they were. I thought it would be best if I was sitting there if Charles came back. I didn’t need to raise his suspicions further. “How’s he doing?”

  “I don’t know. I couldn’t find him. Maybe he went outside.” I couldn’t bring myself to eat another bite. “You know, maybe there is a bug going around. I don’t feel like eating either.”

  “I hope that bug doesn’t get me.” She took the last bite just as Charles came back to the table.

  I sat there, smiling directly into the eyes of the man who’d just ordered a hit on the woman I cared for. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. All I wanted to do was reach across that table and choke him to death. But even that wouldn’t stop them from coming for her.

  The truth was, I didn’t know what would stop them from coming for her. But I’d do everything in my power to stop it from happening. It was all my fault after all.

  “You feeling better?”

  “Lots.” He began to dig into the lobster again. “My appetite is back with a vengeance.”

  “Good for you.” I clenched my jaw as my hands fisted in my lap. I pressed them to my stomach instead.

  “Zane said his stomach is hurting now.” Grace wiped her mouth with the white linen napkin then laid it over her plate. “I hope I don’t get whatever is bothering you guys.”

  She didn’t have to worry about getting a thing. She was safe. And so was I. The only two in jeopardy were the people we were with. I’d make damn sure Charles got what was coming to him. And I’d move Heaven and Earth to make sure Sloane never got hurt.

  “Yeah, you’re not lookin’ so good.”

  My stomach somersaulted, and I lurched to my feet. “I should go. See you guys later.”

  “Bye, Zane,” came Grace’s cheery voice. “Hope you feel better.”

  “Tell Sloane we hope she gets to feeling better. I hate that she’s sick.” The bastard actually sounded concerned.

  I couldn’t even look back at him, fearing I’d dive for him and kill the man with my bare hands. “I’ll let her know.
Night.”

  I walked out into the dark night. The winds had picked up even more, and I could hear the waves breaking on the shore. Lightning flashed in the distance, accentuating my mood. There was a storm growing inside me. A storm of emotions that would spin into a tornado the likes of which no one had ever seen.

  My woman was in danger, and it was all because of me.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Sloane

  After a glass of wine and a soak in the tub, I wasn’t feeling any better about things. Padding across the bedroom floor, I went to get a robe out of the closet just as someone began to pound at my door.

  I sighed. I had no doubt as to who was there. And I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to lie to his face. I just…

  Just what?

  The knocking came again, and I peeked out the window. Yes, it was Zane, the wind whipping his hair into a frenzy of dark curls. I pressed my forehead against the door.

  “I’m not feeling well. I’m afraid our plans have to wait.”

  “Let me in now. What I have to say can’t wait.”

  Cocky, arrogant, take charge bastard.

  “No, Zane. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow might be too late. Let me in. You’ve been found out.”

  My stomach dropped. My legs threatened to give out.

  I’d been found out?

  By who?

  I blew out a long breath to steady myself before opening the door. Before I could react, Zane swept me up into his arms and kicked the door closed. “Baby, I’m so fucking sorry. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I had no idea. None.”

  I pushed at his chest. “Put me down and explain, please.”

  He did as I asked, and I walked on shaky legs to sit on the sofa. He got on his knees in front of me and pulled out his cell. “I turned on the app. It caught the whole thing.” He played it for me.

  The suspicious was clear in Charles’ voice.

  “You shouldn’t have asked him the same questions, Zane.” I ran my hand over my forehead as it began to ache.

  “I know. I’m so sorry.” He was visibly upset.

  I listened more and heard Grace asking about shopping. Going on a shopping spree.

  Was Zane upset because he believed we wouldn’t be in the vicinity to catch Charles red-handed?