Free Chad's Chase (Loving All Wrong Book 2) by S. Ann Cole Page B

needs.”
    This was possibly the worst lie I’ve ever heard. But she was loyal to her boss, and I could tell no matter what I did, she would in no way spit out the truth about spying for him. Despite not attracting me physically, her loyalty flattered me. If I hadn’t already shot my chance by twisting her arm, I could’ve tried coaxing her to replace Sydney. Spy or no.
    I released her arm, and she let out a loud exhalation, sagging beneath me. But I wasn’t done with her. I wanted her tonight.
    Snaking my hand around to her pelvis, I urged her up until she was on her knees. Placing my palm flat on her stomach, I pressed her back against me and kissed across her shoulder blade.
    When she didn’t protest or fight me off, but instead emitted a soft moan, I drifted my hand down her stomach and teased my fingertips along the edges of her lingerie bottom. Still, she didn’t fight me off, her breathing kicking up.
    Recognizing a green light when I saw one, I dipped inside her lingerie bottom and was surprised to find her soaking wet.
    Smiling at the discovery, I brought my mouth to her ear again. “So you’re a spy for the boss, and you secretly want me.”
    She denied neither.
    Slowly, gently, coaxingly, I licked up the side of her neck. I needed her to forgive me for hurting her, so I could steal her from under Chad, make her my new bitch. Piss him off. “You want me to take you in the back, don’t you, Nadia? You want to feel my mouth on you, kissing you, licking you, petting you?” As she opened her mouth to answer, I added, “The truth .”
    The breath she drew in was frail and shaky as she answered, “Yes…but…”
    “But what, Nadia?”
    “The boss,” she breathed out in a heavy exhalation as I rubbed my fingers over her clit, and back. Over, and back.
    “He sent me…He sent me for you…”
    My fingers stopped working. Chad was here? “What?”
    Trying to regain her composure, Nadia delivered the message less breathy this time: “He wants you to meet him in the Chill Room. He’s already there waiting for you.”
    My heart pounded, hard, loud, and I felt the sudden urge to run. Fast. Because the pounding of my heart wasn’t from fear or fright. But from something else entirely. Something I couldn’t quite name yet. Something I didn’t understand. “W-why?”
    “I don’t know.”
    Shoving her down again, I flipped her over on her back and straddled her. She wasn’t scared this time, however. She was turned on, dazed. “You’re his spy. And I know the boss is a dangerous man. So tell me the truth. Am I in danger?”
    Nadia’s eyes glazed over, her face nothing but a picture of sex and hunger as she watched my lips, hers parting.
    “You want me to kiss you, Nadia?”
    She nodded.
    “Answer me with the truth and I will. Am I in danger?”
    “No. You’re not.” She shook her head to emphasize. “You’re so very not.”
    I didn’t keep my promise.

    After making a quick trip to the dressing room to ditch my minuscule weaponries which would raise questions should I be frisked, leaving only my all-purpose knife tucked in my boot, I freshened up—don’t ask me why I was freshening up—and headed straight for the Chill Room upstairs.
    The Chill Room was where the wealthier customers who came in groups and wanted to party privately, or have an unconventional business meeting—talking figures while a stripper rubs her tits in your face kind of unconventional—went whenever they dropped in at Empty Cage. The stairway to the Chill Room was on the opposite of the stairway to Chad’s office. And the strippers had no business climbing these stairs unless they were requested by the occupants of the Chill Room.
    But I was requested, wasn’t I? By the boss himself.
    I was shocked to find there were no securities standing guard outside the door. The hallway was ominously isolated, as a matter of fact, with only the thumping club music vibrating through the walls.
    Stopping at the door, I took a