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important contacts and start selling their high- grade cocaine here.

Tomorrow, Tom would be giving them a small sample of cocaine

he took from the police department’s evidence room, so they could

have prospective clients try it. But for tonight, it was time they made

their entrance and first contact. If only his hands would stop sweating

and his heart pounding so fast in his chest. He needed to look the part

of a confident and shrewd drug dealer, but he hardly felt sure.

He had to admit he had never been this nervous on an assignment

before, even when he was on the force and in more danger than now.

But at least then he knew where he stood with his partners working

with him on the case. Now, he may know where he stood with Jake,

but with Triala he had no freaking idea.

She hadn’t spoken to him or even given him any attention while

they talked with Tom. She just sat beside them, quiet as a mouse,

listening to the conversations with a blank face. What the hell was

going through her mind was the million-dollar question. Would she

continue to play the part of their girlfriend, or would she not?

He didn’t try asking her in the car because he was afraid he’d get

her angrier. Then for sure her cooperation would be minimal.

While Sam wondered about Triala, Jake stepped out of the

Camaro first, saying, “Okay, it’s time. Let’s go.”

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Sam and Triala followed his suit, not uttering a word. He glanced

at her a couple of times as they walked to the club’s entrance trying

not to make it obvious he stared at her. Her indifferent expression

hadn’t changed.

The moment they stepped into the club, Sam’s eyes grew big. He

certainly hadn’t expected the place to be packed. Usually, the places

where drug dealers and users made business were half empty dumps,

not popular clubs like this. That only meant one thing. The market

was ripe and very demanding in these parts.

No wonder it didn’t take Tom long to come up with the perfect

cover for them. Supply and demand ruled the black market just as

much as it did all other markets. So out-of-town drug dealers who

could supply almost-pure cocaine to rich users would easily be

welcome in a club like the Raven’s Nest.

Just as Sam scanned the packed room while loud music pounded

in his eardrums, he saw Triala lean over and say something in Jake’s

ear. Jake nodded and motioned to Sam that Triala had spotted Tom

way down on the other side of club.

They headed in Tom’s direction while Triala walked closer to

Jake and snaked her arm around his waist as he did to her. Jake gave

Sam a look like
just give her time
and turned his attention to the big, round table Tom sat at with two well-dressed men.

Tom obviously didn’t waste any time. These men were most

probably potential customers interested in hearing what Sam and Jake

had to say about the merchandise they were selling. Tom acted as a

middleman, one who would get a small commission of sorts for

setting up suppliers with potential customers.

The moment they reached the table, Tom got up and extended his

hand with a wide smile. “Johnny, Harry, meet Daryl and Brian from

Juneau, Alaska. These are the guys I told you about who have some

really good stuff coming in from Colombia. You can’t get any purer

than what they have to offer.”

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One of the men, Harry, stood up to shake Sam’s and Jake’s hands

while he ogled Triala, which irked Sam. “N ice to meet you. And your

name is?” he asked, obviously trying to make his move on her.

“Jocelyne Pinot,” Triala said with a fake accent, looking him

square in the eye.

Sam jumped in. “She’s our girlfriend. She’s a model from Paris.”

Harry’s smile widened as he stared into her eyes. “Yes, I can see

why she is a model. From Paris.
Enchantée,
Jocelyne.” He bowed his

head in greeting.

“Enchanté,”
she replied while sneaking her arm tighter around

Jake’s.

The man named Johnny didn’t get up but just said in general,

“N ice to meet you all.” He glanced at the empty seats at the table.

“Why don’t you sit down and we can discuss the merchandise you are

peddling.”

No time for idle chitchat
. It seemed the business at hand was all

that interested Johnny.

“We don’t need to peddle. It pretty much sells itself,” Jake said,

taking the seat in front of him.

Triala, who had been standing by Jake, didn’t take the seat next to

him, but the seat on the other side, next to Sam. Obviously, she was

feeling uncomfortable under Harry’s hungry stare and wanted to be as

far away from him as possible.

“If the merchandise is as pure as Tom tells me, then I have no

doubt it would sell itself,” Johnny stated.

“Our cocaine is unequivocally pure. It took us a while, but we

found ourselves a supplier who sells the best quality out there and

who doesn’t have his hands tied exporting the goods. His connections

are very well placed with the military and the government, so we get

out stock on a steady basis,” Sam added, but kept his eyes on Harry.

The man just couldn’t stop staring at Triala. Sam’s temper began to

rise, and before it got to the boiling point, he decided to ask Harry, not

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Johnny, the next question. He hoped it would draw the perv’s eyes

away from Triala.

“So, Harry, are you interested in the merchandise or not?”

“I’m not the one you should be asking that question to, Daryl.

Johnny is the businessman in our partnership. I just supply the funds.

But if you’re talking about something other than ‘cocaine,’ well then,

I’d be very interested.” His sex-thirsty eyes followed the line of

Triala’s curves in her tight red dress.

Sam saw the anger rise in Triala as her cheeks heated. She

clutched the end of the table, and Sam expected she’d crush it for how

white her fingernails were getting. She gritted her teeth and squinted

as she began to say without a fake accent, “I’m not—”

Sam interrupted her before she could say any more. “Jocelyne

isn’t for sale, Harry. And if you don’t stop ogling our girlfriend, you

guys can forget about this deal. Do I make myself clear?”

Harry lifted his hands in the air. “All right, all right. I get the

picture. No, we’re interested in your merchandise. Aren’t we,

Johnny?” Harry asked his partner.

Johnny nodded while looking at Jake. “Of course we are. So let’s

talk money, shall we?”

“Jake can discuss that with you. I’d like to dance with my girl

now.” Sam stood up and extended his hand to Triala.

She looked at his hand then at his face and sneered but took his

hand. He led her to the dance floor in silence while a slow song came

on. He couldn’t have asked for more perfect timing. Wrapping his

arms around her tiny waist, he pulled her into him so her chest

touched his. Her sweet fragrance tickled his nose as her hair caressed

his cheek.

“Umm, you smell good,” he whispered in her ear.

She gazed at him with a curious expression. “Why did you drag

me up here?”

“So you could calm down. You almost blew your cover over there

when you started to tell off that guy.”

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“No, I wasn’t.” She frowned.

“Yes, you were. You didn’t hear yourself, but you hardly sounded

French, and if I hadn’t interrupted you when I did, you would have

blown it.”

“I didn’t realize I wasn’t using an accent.” Her frown softened.

“I’m sorry for my mistake.”

He smiled, staring into her eyes. “It’s okay. No one picked up on

it, I don’t think.”

“Good.” She began to pull away from him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, not letting go of her.

“Getting back to the table so you can continue to solidify your

cover.”

Staring in the table’s direction, he said, “Jake is doing fine on his

own. I don’t need to be there for that.” Then he gazed around them.

“And from here, we can have a better look around the place. Do you

recognize any faces? Do you think any of these people are Rogues?”

She scoped the area with her beautiful green gaze. “No, no one I

recognize. Unfortunately, there are too many people here, so any

werewolf scent is masked to me unless the werewolf is standing right

next to me.”

He nodded. “Okay, let’s continue dancing anyway. Maybe we’ll

come across one.”

“You do realize if I come across one, then the werewolf could

sense me, as well. The Rogue will also pick up my scent.”

“Really? Then that’s not good. Is there any way we can mask your

scent? Perfume maybe?”

She shook her head. “No, perfume won’t work. But your scent

would mask it somewhat.”

“What do you mean?”

“If your scent were on me, then considering how stuffy the air is

in here with this crowd, another werewolf might not pick up my

scent.” Her big green eyes just stared at him with innocence.

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He couldn’t help the smile he knew spread on his lips. “You mean

like if I were to kiss you and touch you and…”

She frowned when she obviously realized what she had indirectly

just suggested to Sam. But it was too late to take it back.

The cat is out of the bag now, baby!

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Chapter 9

Crap!

The damn heat in the place must have been getting to her because

she didn’t pick up on what she had just said to Sam. The hungry,

excited look in his eyes told her he intended on exercising her

suggestion.

He took her hand and began to move off the dance floor in the

opposite direction of where Jake and everyone else sat.

“Where are we going?” She frowned.

He turned to gaze at her while he continued to walk. His eyebrow

lifted in a teasing way. “To mask your werewolf scent, of course.”

“But…” was all she could say.

“Besides, we are supposed to be involved, so we might as well act

like we can’t keep our hands off each other. Otherwise, people may

get suspicious.”

“No, I’m…” She stopped in her tracks.

He gave her a sideways glance. “It’s an order, Triala. I saw an

empty room near the entrance of the club that’s isolated. So it’s

perfect.”

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as the loud music faded, and her

sexual hormones soared. Images of how he would mask her scent

flowed in her mind. His sexy, hot lips on hers. His roaming hands

exploring every part of her body, rubbing and caressing her skin, the

curve of her back, her hips, her breasts. Excitement began to surge

through her, overwhelming her. Her legs felt like stumps as she

dragged them forward.

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Each second seemed like minutes until they got to the empty

room. Glancing around, he whispered, “I just want to make sure

someone sees us going in here, so word can spread and solidify our

claim you’re our girlfriend. Bingo,” he added when his eyes fixed on

someone staring at them a few yards away. Then he opened the light

in the room and guided her in, shutting the door behind them.

To her surprise, the area was constricted and stuffy. “You’ve

brought me into a stockroom?”

“Does it matter what type of room we’re in?” he asked, staring

into her eyes, his face just inches away from hers.

His hot breath on her cheeks aroused goose bumps on her neck.

She lifted her brow as her heart quickened its beat. “I guess not.”

Putting his hand under her chin, he continued to stare into her eyes

when a sly smile formed on his lips. “So how much of my scent do

we need to rub on you for yours to be masked?”

“A significant amount.” She gulped.

“That helps.” He laughed, dipping his head in sideways. “Would a

kiss on your lips suffice?” He tilted her head upward and kissed her

softly for a minute. Her lips throbbed with the gentle pressure.

She was about to open her lips and wrap her arms around his neck

when he pulled away.

“No, that won’t be enough,” she answered, losing her breath. Her

sexual werewolf hormones hungered for her to pull him in and kiss

him intensely, wrapping her leg around his torso, and have her needy

fingers caress the entire length of his backside. But for some miracle,

she was able to tame the urge, though her breaths became shallower.

“What will be?”

“In order for your scent to mask mine, my skin and yours must be

in direct contact.” She gulped again, trying to catch her escaping

breath.

“How much and for how long?”

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God, did she dare say the truth? Did she have a choice not to? The

success of their mission depended on no one finding out she was a

werewolf.

Throwing lighter fluid on her flaming desires and the sexual

tension that lay so thick in the air, making breathing difficult for her,