Sin and Scandal. Carol Storm
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Название: Sin and Scandal
Автор: Carol Storm
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
isbn: 9781645635376
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"Hit her again! Harder! Harder!" There wasn't another girl in the place who seemed as shaken up as Crystal May felt. They were laughing and carrying on like it was all a big joke. But Crystal May felt like the sky had fallen, like she'd been turned inside out. To her it seemed like the whole world had seen what happened and was laughing at her, not at the girl up on the stage.
Fortunately, when she scooted out of the little theater, nobody seemed to notice. Crystal May ran down the hall gasping for breath, her high heels clacking up a terrible racket, not even noticing the noise or the tears running down her cheeks. She didn't think about where her feet were taking her, but she knew better than to go out the front door. There were all kinds of fancy cars parked out front, plus the security people Madame hired for her special shows. She needed someone to keep the girls safe when so many rich, powerful men were on the grounds.
"Baby, I can't," a husky female voice was saying. "You know I'd like to ... but I can't."
Crystal May pulled up short by an open door, forgetting all about her own troubles. That low, sexy voice was Carla's. She would have recognized it anywhere. But who was the tall, dark and sexy stranger holding her in his arms? The curious blonde peeked inside, careful not to be seen. He looked Italian, and he was wearing a fabulously expensive suit of clothes. When he looked at Carla, his midnight black eyes burned with passion, the kind that made a girl feel warm all over.
Did Matt Gold ever feel that kind of passion for a girl? Or did he just get off on spankings?
"My family is legitimate now," the sexy Italian hunk was saying. He had Carla alone in the little book-lined study, the two of them still in a steamy clinch. "I bring in half a million a year, all clean money. I'm a lawyer, for Christ's sake. Come with me, Carla. Let me take you back to Reno."
Carla snorted. "Even in Reno, people know the difference between a whore and a lady. I'm not going anywhere until I've paid off my debt to Madame. She picked me up out of the gutter. She made me into someone. That's why I can't just take a powder. I'm not the person I used to be."
"I know all about what you used to be back East. And I don't care. I love you."
"Oh, Steve ... oh, baby ..."
When they went back to kissing again, Crystal May just quietly backed away from the door. They hadn't seen or heard her, even with her high heels making such a racket on the polished floor. Well, it was easy to see why. They were in love, and totally wrapped up in each other.
Crystal May felt a whole lot better when she went to bed that night. Maybe she had enjoyed the show. It seemed there was a part of her that liked being spanked on the behind. Doing it or watching it she just got all heated up in no time flat. But deep down Crystal May knew there was more to love than that. When a rich, important man like Steve could fall for a girl like Carla, no matter who she was or what she'd done, that was like opening a door onto what true love really was. And Crystal May didn't have to dream that it was real. Tonight she'd seen it with her own eyes.
"Put down that mop, Crystal May," Madame Madeline commanded. "Someone wants to see you in my office."
"Is something the matter, Madame?" The slim blonde straightened up in a hurry, one hand rubbing her aching back. She'd been working hard all morning, anxious to make up for a late start. Carla usually woke her up in plenty of time, but then the sexy Italian girl hadn't come around this morning. Well, she'd had an exciting night as well.
"It's good to see you again, Crystal May." Special Agent Matt Gold was looking as handsome as ever as he lounged on the leather couch in Madame's elegant study. But this time there was something different about him. His necktie was loosened, and his sleeves were rolled up, just like when he'd spanked her the day before. But instead of looking relaxed, he seemed tense, all wired up. It reminded Crystal May of the way hound dogs back home perked up when they were on a scent.
"Are you here to give me another spanking, Agent Gold?" Tilting one well-plucked golden eyebrow, she allowed just the faintest note of mockery into her soft, breathy greeting. Madame didn't like sarcastic remarks. She considered them rude. But Crystal May just had to show the big city lawman she wasn't afraid of him. Her knees were wobbly enough just from seeing him again.
"Let's all have a cup of coffee," Madame Madeline suggested, in an amused tone of voice. The older woman clearly enjoyed the tension between the two of them, but as she handed Crystal May a china mug full of steaming black coffee, her ebony eyes held a veiled warning. "Agent Gold is here to help us, my dear. One of our girls has gone missing overnight."
"Oh, no." Crystal May sipped her coffee, which was rich and dark and full of flavor. She leaned back on the soft-cushioned couch, trying to look relaxed. She was battling her nerves, and her growing awareness of the alert, tightly-coiled, hard-muscled detective sitting beside her. "Why would anyone want to leave a wonderful place like this?" she asked, in a voice that was meant to be sarcastic but came out shaky and breathless. "Last night was so much fun!"
"Wish I'd been there," Matt Gold said dryly. His eyes were as black as the steaming coffee. When he looked at her, a sizzling heat ignited between them. He knew what she'd been up to last night. He knew what she'd seen up on the stage. And he knew that when she watched the spanking, she'd been thinking of him and wishing that she was the girl being publicly disciplined.
"Strangely enough, my dear, I've heard reports that you left our little performance before the final curtain." This time it was Madame, seated behind her desk, who raised one eyebrow with a mocking smile. "Of course I'm sure you were just looking for a breath of fresh air, was that it?"
"Yes, ma'am." Crystal May yanked her gaze away from Matt Gold. With the cop on the couch right next to her, and Madame firing questions at her from behind the desk, she felt like a prisoner getting the third degree. The feeling was made stronger by the sweaty gray overalls she was wearing, and by the fact that she hadn't put on any makeup or done anything with her hair.
"Did you happen to see your friend Carla before you went to bed?" the FBI agent asked.
"Carla?" Crystal May's hand flew to her throat. "Did Carla run away? Is she all right?"
"We don't know, my dear. But something is not right," Madame Madeline said ominously. "She didn't report for her chores this morning, and her bed hadn't been slept in. You know what a headstrong girl Carla is. She might have just gotten tired of us, and left of her own free will. But there were a lot of strangers on the school grounds last night. It's possible one of them abducted her."
"Oh, no." With a sick feeling, Crystal May put down her coffee cup. She remembered Steve, sexy and good-looking and filthy rich, holding Carla in his arms. Begging her to run away with him.
"Tell us what you know, beautiful." Matt Gold's coffee-black eyes caught hers, making her feel imprisoned on the hot seat. "If you saw something, if you heard something, we have to know. Carla's life might depend on it."
"But what if she wasn't kidnapped?" Crystal May turned to the head of the school, her blue eyes beseeching. "What if she just met a really nice man and decided to run away with him? It's a free country, isn't it?"
"It is indeed," Madame said crisply. "But that young woman owed me a great deal. And unless we know who the young man was, there's no way of knowing just how nice he really is."
"I know," Crystal May sighed. "You can't never tell about men." There was really no way out of this, she decided. Much СКАЧАТЬ