No Limit

5. Aylee

5

AYLEE

“Ariel, let’s go,” he called.

I finished the last touches of my makeup that ended up being about an inch thick and stuck my head out the bathroom door. “Are you seriously going to call me that?” When I got a good look at him, my breath caught. He was dressed in a suit with a pair of aviators hanging out the breast pocket. Why are all the hot guys such douchebags?

“If you don’t like it you know where the door is.” He smiled wide, daring me to leave.

“Nah, it’s cool. I’ll just call you Lester.” I stepped back into the bathroom. “I’m not going anywhere, so you can stop trying to push me away.”

“We’ll see about that,” he murmured low, probably thinking I couldn’t hear him.

Sighing, I glanced at myself in the mirror. My hair was perfectly coifed and my black dress hugged my curves. Going undercover as a p********e wasn’t what I would’ve chosen on this case, but it was the only card I had to play. “Here goes nothing,” I mumbled.

When I walked out, Jason’s jaw clenched and instead of acknowledging me, he went straight for the door, opening it wide. He had both of our bags draped across his shoulder, and when I tried to grab mine, he gripped it tighter. Rolling my eyes, I strolled past him toward the elevator and pressed the button.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked.

I snorted. “I’m always ready. You?”

The elevator door opened and he followed me in, dropping our bags to the floor. Snaking his arm around my waist, he pulled me in close. I tried to stop from shivering and failed. He chuckled and slid his hand lower, but I knew what he was up to. Instead of removing his hand, I stood there, smirking.

“Very good, firecracker. I guess you are ready. Now what are you going to do if I do this?” He caged me in and backed me up against the wall, pressing his body into mine. His lips were so close I could feel his breath on my neck.

“I told you I’m fully dedicated to this case. I knew what I was going to have to do with you. It’s a small price to pay.”

“And with the men we investigate . . . are you prepared to f**k them too?”

I narrowed my eyes. “I have my own agenda for them. And let’s get this straight, I have no plans on f*****g anyone while I’m here.”

“Why not, you married?”

“No.”

“Boyfriend?” he asked.

“Why do you want to know?”

He shrugged. “Don’t want him trying to kick my a*s after he finds out what we’ve done together.”

“And what exactly is that?”

He smacked my a*s and winked. “You’ll see.” The elevator doors opened and we stepped out into the lobby, his arm securely around my waist, with our bags hanging on his shoulder. A black limousine waited for us outside. Jason guided me toward the door as the driver opened it. “In you go.” I slid in and he joined me, his thigh brushing mine. “Caesar’s Palace,” he commanded to the driver.

Jason pressed a button to lift the privacy window. “All right, let’s quickly go over everything. Whatever you do, do not go anywhere out of my sight. I want to keep my eyes on you the entire time.”

“Same goes for you. No horny waitresses, no corner prostitutes, no escorts. I need to make sure you don’t get distracted.”

He chuckled. “Baby, I don’t have to pay for s*x. But now that I have you helping out, I might be able to squeeze in some fun time.”

“By all means. Just make sure you go somewhere else and not in our room.”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to get us a suite with two rooms. That way we don’t bother each other.”

“As long as they have noise deadening walls, I’m good to go.”

“So you’re a screamer then?”

“What? I was talking about—” I shook my head. “Never mind.”

His laugh made my teeth clench. “Looks like I made someone blush. I think it’s kind of sexy.”

I huffed. “All you’ve done is made my trigger finger twitchy. Keep it up and I’ll be working this case alone.”

The driver dropped us off at Caesar’s Palace and before checking out the casino, Jason reserved us the penthouse suite. It was huge with two bedrooms, the epitome of luxury and elegance.

“You must’ve earned some serious money while you’ve been out here.”

He chuckled. “You have no idea. Pick which room you want and I’ll take the other. I made sure they were on opposite ends so you couldn’t hear the screams of pleasure about to ensue. Wouldn’t want you to get jealous.”

“Jackass,” I mumbled under my breath. “Doesn’t matter much to me.”

“And then once you’re settled we’ll have to work out a system.”

“For what?”

“Like hanging a sock on the door knob when you’re horny and looking for a little of this.” He gestured down his body.

“Oh, good grief. That will never happen. Ever.”

“Just remember . . . if you ask me to, I’m willing.” He turned and walked away, shaking his butt before disappearing into the second bedroom.

As good looking as Jason was, I would never look at him that way. When working on a mission, it wasn’t a good idea to get physically involved with a partner. That led to certain emotions and those types of feelings weren’t good in life or death situations.

I walked into the first bedroom and set my bag down. I wasn’t there to enjoy the scenery. Taking a deep breath, I walked out of the bedroom and straight to the bar. There was an assortment of liquors so I poured myself a vodka shot and downed it.

“Take it easy, killer. I don’t want you getting too comfortable with the fellas tonight.”

I snorted. “You have nothing to worry about. I’ve seen pictures of the men we’re investigating. The liquor is to help me see them in a new light.”

“You did pretty well with me earlier,” he noted. He stood in front of me as I poured another shot.

“It’s all part of the job. Besides, I knew you.”

“I see. So you think you know me, huh?”

“Well, maybe not really know you, but everyone in the field has heard your name. You have a reputation.”

Pouring himself a shot of whiskey, he held the glass to his lips. “And what’s said about me?” he asked, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

I tossed my shot back and cringed when it went down. “Stuff I’m sure you already know. You’re a smooth talker, like breaking the rules, and a master manipulator. Not to mention you’re a complete pain in the a*s. I’ve also noticed you get angry when you don’t get what you want. Some would call that temper tantrums.”

“It looks like you have me all figured out. It’s a shame I don’t know much about you.”

“Like you care anyway. I seem to recall you trying to get rid of me.”

He winked. “I still am. You ready to go?”

I set my glass down and waved toward the door. “After you.”