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Fixer: A Bad Boy Romance
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A Billion Little Clues
Melinda Gaines, overworked personal assistant, is cursed with permanently bad luck. Her boss keeps making unreasonable demands, and no guy has seen the inside of her apartment in
months
.
But when Melinda is sent to a party at the CEO's house, she ends up on a romantic, moonlit balcony with an unnervingly handsome stranger. Melinda is convinced that her run of bad luck is over.
That is, until she finds that her latest crush is being accused of murder...
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Fixer: A Bad Boy Romance
Chapter One
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Striding into the club, brilliant spotlights and the flashes of camera phones going off all around him, the man didn't bother to straighten his jacket or check his tie. He didn't look down as his polished black shoes strode ahead, didn't brush any microscopic bits of dust off of his broad shoulders or dark pants.
This man knew that he looked good. No, scratch that - he looked amazing. The suit was worth every penny of the nearly five thousand dollars that he'd paid for it; he felt it clinging perfectly to his muscular body in all the right places.
Even in a club like this one, he knew that his suit, shoes, even the Cartier Astrotourbillon watch gleaming on his wrist, all attracted plenty of attention. The young women who hung around in places like this could gauge the net worth of a man down to the penny, and their eyes lingered hungrily on his powerful frame as he passed.
He didn't glance over at them, didn't allow for eye contact to even offer up the suggestion of something happening. Not tonight.
Keegan Tanner was here on business.
Still, he knew how to give the right impression. In a town like this one, after all, everyone had an agenda, and deceit was second nature to Tanner, just like it was for everyone else that he knew. So instead of searching the crowded club for his target, he headed for the bar.
There was a space open for him, of course. Tanner didn't need to deal with pushing his way in past a crowd of jocks and bros all milling about and taking shots. He was better than that. He was the kind of person, he thought to himself with a little grin that he couldn't completely hide, who made things happen.
The bartender popped up next to him immediately. Tanner's suit wasn't flashy, but its cut and fine fabric practically screamed money - and the heavy Cartier on his wrist acted like a bullhorn for that scream.
"What can I get you?" he asked.
Tanner didn't bother asking for a menu. "Laphroaig twenty-five, neat."
The expensive order didn't faze the man behind the counter. Less than thirty seconds later, a glass with two fingers of beautiful amber liquid was set carefully in front of him.
Instead of a credit card, Tanner pulled a hundred dollar bill from his pocket, dropping it on the bar. He didn't want to leave any trace that he'd been here, and using a credit card was an easy way to be connected with an event. He knew better than to make that mistake.
Sweeping up the glass, Tanner held it first before his nose, taking in the complex aroma and bouquet of the scotch before allowing the liquid to reach his lips. Stepping back, towards the wall, he let his eyes drift around the interior of the club.
Billy Martin's usually cultivated a more reserved atmosphere during the dinnertime hours, but this late at night, the place opened up into a party zone, albeit a high-end and expensive one. In addition, the latest Congressional session had just reconvened, and staffers and congressmen alike were still energized from vacation and looking to make new connections.
Several girls slipped past Tanner, giggling as their tiny dresses and slutty outfits threatened to reveal both nipples and asses. Tanner's eyes strayed for a moment to follow them, but he pulled his gaze off of the girls with an effort.
He had a job to do here; he could enjoy a bit of fun after he'd completed his assignment.
Tanner recognized several faces in the crowd, both male and female, but he didn't see his target. He frowned, covering his irritation with another sip of the liquor, letting the burn flow down his throat.
His target must be in the raised dais area. A slightly more exclusive section of the restaurant, although still not any problem for Tanner. Holding his glass in one hand, he cut across the dance floor, slipping sideways to move between some of the gyrating bodies. Hands reached out to brush against him, feeling him up, but he didn't push them away. Instead, he just slid on, letting the hands drop off of the smooth fabric of his suit.
Although, now that he considered his challenge...
The girls who'd smiled and giggled at him a few minutes earlier now danced nearby, their hands up above their heads and gyrating perfect, lithe little teenage bodies back and forth in the flickering lights. One of them, the blonde, turned and looked back over her shoulder at Tanner. She bit her lip in a way that, if Tanner wasn't on a mission, would likely have promised an unforgettable rest of his night.
He smiled back, raising a hand and crooking a finger at them.
The blonde didn't move; she just raised her eyebrows as if to ask, "so what? What are you offering?"
In answer, Tanner flicked his eyes towards the dais, the VIP area.
That sealed it. The blonde smiled, turning and giving her chest one last little bounce to make her perky tits wiggle in a manner that pulled at his eyes like a magnet. She nudged her two companions, and they headed over to Tanner.
Looping his arm over the blonde, Tanner turned and headed for the raised part of the restaurant.
The massive bouncer standing at the entrance to the raised dais area looked like he'd been poured into his suit. Tanner cast a dismissive eye over the cheap fabric, but he didn't miss how the suit strained to cover the bouncer's huge arms and shoulders. This wasn't a man to cross, not if Tanner didn't want to be thrown - airborne - out of the club.
"Name?" he grunted at Tanner, his little black eyes squinting.
"Keegan Tanner." Tanner waited a beat, trying to hide his irritation as the bouncer consulted a list. A paper list, for chrissake! Who still used something like that? Instead, he flicked his attention down to the squirming little blonde pressing herself against him. She knew exactly what kind of reaction her movements provoked, he knew, as she smirked up at him like a vixen.
"Need me to spell it for you?" he asked sarcastically, as the bouncer's huge, stubby finger slowly slid down the sheet of paper on the clipboard.
"Nah, found it. 'Kay, you're good." Predictably, Billy Martin's had hired the bouncer more for his muscles than for any sort of cognitive ability.
Tanner slid past the bouncer, the girls flouncing along with him, stepping up onto the raised area. Up here, gauzy curtains helped create the illusion of privacy, blocking a little of the booming sound from the massive speakers on the dance floor. The area was broken up by couches and low tables, turning a large space into lots of intimate little areas where half a dozen people could relax, sip at drinks, and talk without needing to shout over the pounding music.
Tanner's eyes swept around the area as he paused, idly letting his hand slide down the blonde's backside. There! He spotted the unmistakable white hair of his target, sitting in a booth several rows over. Tanner cut towards the man, sliding into a booth several spots away that nonetheless offered a clear line of sight.
"So, girls," he murmured to the three young women who bounced into the booth along with him. "Want to have some fun?"
"We like fun," the blonde replied eagerly, her two friends nodding along like puppets. "What sort of fun?"
Tanner guessed that the sparkle in her eyes wasn't entirely natural. She probably got a bit of help from some "natural enhancers," the kind that came as a white powder and went up her nose. "Not that kind of fun," he replied, and saw her face droop slightly in a momentary frown. "But one that will pay off well for you." His eyes moved to her two companions. "All of you."
He saw interest in the girls' eyes, so he kept talking. "See that man over there?" He pointed to his target. "The one with the white hair, in the blue suit? He's a senator - and a buddy of mine. Senator Waltz. And although he'll never admit it, he's lonely."