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She assumed Carson would stay and watch her dance, but he said he needed to go make a few calls related to work. Strange. He never did that before, but she figured she had been occupying a lot of his time, so he must be a bit behind.

After devouring her mouth again, Carson promised he’d be back to pick her up. His hand slipped alongside her breast, his thumb lightly rubbing her nipple with the promise of more later.

Instantly, Sienna was out of breath, and any thought of something being off with Carson was long gone.

“See you soon,” was all she could get out before Carson walked down the hall.

He’s so hot. Smoking hot.





CARSON HATED to leave Sienna. Only the present mission could sway him from staying and watching Sienna play out all his sexual desires and urges onstage. If he didn’t need to prove himself wrong, assure himself Sienna and the woman he’d been fruitlessly searching for weren’t the same, he would be at the Tunnel.

But first, he had to attend to a few details. Namely, he had to put his mind to rest and get back to the club, so he could take Sienna home and fuck her. Not fuck her, bury himself deep inside her, be one with her, take everything she had to give, and fulfill his every want with her goodness.

He was in a hurry to get back to pleasure, so his current business was going to be quick. Real quick.

Carson wasn’t as worried about Sam Charles anymore. He was thinking the yokel was just an idiot. Good thing Mike and Asher wouldn’t let Charles get close to Sienna, because this pursuit required his full attention.

Their protection of Sienna allowed Carson to put his worry over Charles on the back burner, since the possibility of Sienna agreeing to be in his movies was slim to none.

This left Carson hurrying, strumming the steering wheel, and grinding the clutch all the way to his hotel. For once in his life, the speed didn’t take him away.

If what he feared most was true—that Sienna was the woman he’d been chasing around looking for—he realized Sam Charles would make a good decoy. The asshole would throw everyone off of him. At least until he figured out what he wanted to do, or needed to do to keep Sienna safe.

Carson took the turns faster than he should, going over what Sienna had told him about herself in his head. He was rolling over her words in his mind. Military kid. But military brats were usually pretty rule-oriented; they didn’t typically avoid paying taxes.

Mike and Asher knew Sienna about seven years, which was around the time she slowly started making it onto the scene. Around the same time period his current client told him their daughter went missing.

He banged the steering wheel with his hand. Luck of the fucking draw. He’d been on a wild-goose chase around the west, and he might have just fallen for the victim.

Carson concentrated on breathing. He needed to be pragmatic, like they taught him to be when he was in training. He couldn’t let emotions rule his thought process. He had about ninety minutes, tops, at the moment. He needed to go back and review his notes in the quiet of his hotel room before he jumped to any conclusions.

Once back at the hotel, he punched the elevator button like it was the enemy. He needed to get back to his room before he put his fist through the wall. His thoughts were moving as fast as he liked to drive.

How could he fall for a stripper? Did he really believe he could have a future with a woman who took her clothes off for hundreds of men every night? One of those fucking men could be trying to take her home at the moment.

Was Sienna a person of interest? Did he even care? Would he turn her in, or help hide her?

What happened to years of service with the government, and the number one rule to never get involved with someone on a case?

Well, he didn’t know.

Life was a bitch.

He dwarfed the miniscule hotel room workspace as he sat down. He crouched down to fit his legs under the desk. Fuck it. Now wasn’t the time to be comfortable. With a bottle of water cracked open since it wouldn’t be smart to have another drink that might further cloud his instincts, Carson opened his laptop and waited for his notes to load. This was such bullshit. He knew this current job was taking much longer than he expected. He was looking for a young woman, twenty-eight years old, who just up and disappeared about seven years ago. There wasn’t even the smallest trace of her. She was good.

When he took the case, he had never expected her to be able to disappear so completely. Her young age combined with the less-than-worldly family who hired him didn’t exactly say “criminal mind.”

Her family appeared to be clueless when it came to the real world, so he was unsure how she planned such a clean escape since she’d grown up in such a sheltered environment. They were like a cult or something. “Religious freaks” was putting it lightly. He wasn’t sure they even associated with anyone in the outside world.