It was not a time or place to consume too many flutes of imported champagne, but I seemed unable to help myself. A ginger-headed and unmasked young man served me a fourth flute, smiled at me, winked, and obviously wanted to bed me for the night. Although he was handsome with bright-blue eyes and a rigid jaw, I had other spectators to attend, one in particular named Marcos Tanzi.
My plan was simple regarding Marcos, or what I thought would be simple. I wouldn’t kill the international spy. Instead, I had other things on my mind like unmasking his handsomeness and pursuing his bare skin. I was on a selfish mission of lust, if the truth be told. My desire for the man was voracious and inexorable. A night with his pleasure was worth losing the third piece of the Capac Mask. I became selfish fo
