A Body To Die For. G. A. McKevett

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СКАЧАТЬ she exited the locker room, she was relieved to see that both Dirk and Vittorio the Magnificent were still working out. But when the young man saw her, he got a wary look on his face. He set down his barbells, picked up his towel, and tossed it over one shoulder.

      Donning an unconvincing pseudo-nonchalant expression, he began to stroll toward the men’s locker room door.

      Savannah hurried over to Dirk and said in his ear. “It’s him. Mr. Biceps.”

      “The big guy?” Dirk asked.

      “Yeah.”

      “Damn.”

      “Yeah.”

      Neither of them was averse to a little hard work in the call of duty, but Savannah had to admit she didn’t blame Dirk for this momentary lapse in enthusiasm. The guy was enormous, not to mention young. And she could usually tell which ones would give them a hard time, resist, run, fight, or all of the above.

      Vito looked like a resistor.

      As he walked toward the men’s shower room, he had a swagger to his step that announced to the world that he was, indeed, an “alpha male.” Or at least that he considered himself one, and that was an attitude that frequently caused problems. Law enforcement officials had ways of dealing with the Alpha Vitos of the world, but they often went home nursing bruises and sprains after dealing with them.

      And Savannah had gone home and soaked battered parts of her body in hot Epsom salt baths too many times in the past to relish the thought now.

      “Slip me your cuffs,” Savannah said. “Quick.”

      “Why?”

      Dirk wasn’t a materialistic sort of guy, but the half a dozen things he owned, he guarded like a rottweiler with a supper dish full of chopped sirloin.

      Savannah elbowed him. “I used mine on the bimbo. Hand them over now.”

      “Oh, yeah. You’re gonna take that guy down by yourself….”

      “I’ll get the job half done. The rest is up to you.”

      “This I gotta see.”

      He followed her as she headed toward the men’s shower room, where their quarry had just disappeared.

      At the door, she turned back to him and held up her hand. He stopped and she mouthed, “One minute,” to him. He nodded.

      She reached for the zipper on her sweat suit top, gave it a tug downward, three or four inches, and went inside alone.

      Other than one naked little fellow in the back of the room, who scrambled for a towel at the sight of a female entering the locker room, the only other occupant was Vittorio. He had peeled off his T-shirt, and Savannah didn’t have to fake the light of lust in her eyes as she looked him over.

      To get a gander at a body that good looking, a gal usually had to go to a strip club on “Ladies’ Night,” pay a cover charge, and be prepared to stick bills in some pseudo-fireman’s G-string.

      He gave her a suspicious, and somewhat hostile, look as she hurried over to him.

      “Hey,” she said, “my boyfriend and I are having an argument about you, and I’ve gotta ask you something.”

      She walked across the small room and stood quite close to him, making sure he had a clear view straight down the front of her sweat suit.

      Savannah would be the first to admit she was a few pounds over what the charts suggested even a tall woman should weigh. But she would also be the first to point out that at least ten pounds of that excess was in her bra, and therefore, not altogether something to be scoffed at.

      And Vittorio seemed to agree.

      He was obviously enjoying the pectoral view as much as she had been.

      Enjoy it while you can, you dirty little peeper, she thought. Where you’re going, you’re not going to see any real girlie parts for a long time.

      “You and your boyfriend are fighting over me?” he asked, all too pleased at the prospect.

      “Oh, yes,” she said in her breathiest, phone-sex voice—the one she never got to use for anything other than distracting perps…unfortunately. “We were arguing something fierce about you.”

      In her peripheral vision, she could see Dirk. He had stepped into the room and was moving slowly toward them.

      She moved slightly to her right, causing Vittorio to have to turn his back to Dirk in order to maintain his clear view of her feminine assets.

      Giving him her best, dimpled smile, she reached out and ran one hand lightly from his shoulder to his elbow, her fingertips skimming over his biceps. “Maybe you can settle the argument for me.”

      He gulped, his eyes glued to her cleavage. “Ah, sure…I mean…I’ll try.”

      Her hand moved further down, along his forearms, and she leaned closer still, until her chest was nearly brushing his. “My boyfriend said that to get a body like this, you must do steroids. But I said, ‘No way. He gets all those gorgeous muscles from working out. I can just tell.’”

      Vito was breathing hard…hard enough for her to congratulate herself on being able to seduce a guy half her age.

      She’d like to think it was because she was just so danged hot, but she reminded herself that Pretty Vito had this felony voyeurism problem and was, no doubt, a pretty easy mark.

      Dirk was only a few feet behind him.

      It was time.

      She reached down and in a practiced move, snapped one of the handcuffs onto Vito’s right wrist.

      A split second later, she twisted his arm behind his back, and Dirk was ready to grab it.

      Vittorio was so shocked at going from “seduced” to “cuffed” in a heartbeat that he was captured before he knew it.

      And even then, he didn’t seem to get it.

      “What is this?” he asked Savannah, indignant. “You and your boyfriend…you two into something kinky here?”

      “Nope,” said Dirk as he spun him around to face him. “Only one perv-o here, buddy. And you’re it.” He flashed him his badge. “San Carmelita Police Department. And you’re under arrest.”

      “What am I supposed to have done? What are you arresting me for?”

      “Taking naughty pictures,” Savannah told him. “Or should I say, talking some nitwit girl into doing it for you.”

      Vito bristled. “I did no such thing. If she was doing something like that, it was all her own idea! It’s her! Arrest her!”

      As they led him from the locker room, Savannah shook her head. “Shoot, there goes tonight’s fantasy.”

      “What?” Dirk asked, cranky.

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