Magic Strikes(20)
light magenta in color, green slippers, and an ao dai: a long, flowing Vietnamese garment, half-
tunic, half-dress. The clothes were exquisite, especially the ao dai, made of fern-green silk and
embroidered with lighter green and tiny flecks of magenta.
I got the phone and dialed Saiman's number.
«Hello, Kate.»
«What part of 'no date' did you not understand?»
A barely audible sigh filtered through the phone. «Unless you've been to the Games, it's hard to
describe the atmosphere. It's a remarkably violent, brutal place. The normal boundaries of common
sense don't apply. Cooler heads do not prevail, and everyone's burning to prove their physical
prowess. You're an attractive woman. If you come dressed as you were last night, we'll be
inundated with challengers. I think we'll both agree that calling that much attention to ourselves is
unnecessary.»
He had a point.
«I've chosen these items with great care,» he said. «They permit full freedom of movement. If
you wear them, you'll look less like a bodyguard and more like-«
«Arm candy?»
«A companion. Please, be reasonable, Kate. Play Emma Peel to my John Steed for one night.»
I had no clue who Emma Peel or John Steed was.
Saiman's voice softened, gaining a warm velvet quality. «If you are uncomfortable, I understand.
We can always renegotiate the terms of our bargain.»
He sank enough innuendo into «renegotiate» to make a professional call girl blush.
«A bargain is a bargain,» I said. Better to pay up here and now. Being in debt to Saiman didn't
appeal to me in the least, and he knew it. Outmaneuvered yet again.
«Green is your color,» Saiman said in a conciliatory way. «I had the ao dai tailored to you. It
should fit.»
I had no doubt it would. He'd probably turned into me and tried it on. «I'll give it a shot.»
«I'll pick you up at ten. And, Kate, perhaps a touch of makeup . . .»
«Would you like to assist me with my choice of underwear as well?»
My sarcasm whistled right over his head. «I would be delighted. While I'd love to see you in a
balconette bra, I'm afraid for this particular occasion I would have to go with a foam-lined seamless
due to the tight fit of the garment across your breasts . . . Perhaps I could come over and review
what you have available . . .»
I hung up. A panty party with Saiman. Not in his wildest dreams.
EIGHT HOURS LATER, AS I STEPPED OUT OF SAIMAN'S car into the parking lot of the
Arena, I reflected on the fact that he had proved right. Although the green silk hugged my chest,
leaving absolutely no doubt that I was female, the dress widened below. Two slits sliced the ao dai
on the sides, reaching an inch past the high waistband of the pants. The sleeves flared at the wrist,
wide enough to mask my wrist guards, which I had filled with silver needles.
Unfortunately, there was nowhere to put my sword. That was okay. I didn't mind carrying it.
Saiman held on to my passenger door. He chose to be tall and middle-aged tonight, a man past
his prime but still trim and dapper in a sleek dark suit and a black turtleneck. His features were large
and well-defined, with a patrician nose, powerful chin, wide forehead, and pale hazel eyes under
forceful white eyebrows. Platinum-gray hair framed his face in a carefully trimmed mane. In his
right hand he held a long black cane tipped by a silver dragon head.
An aura of wealth radiated from him, enhancing his looks like a layer of polish. He smelled of
money and prestige. His voice was the auditory equivalent of expensive coffee, rich, smooth, and
slightly bitter. «Kate, I'm afraid the sword has to stay.»
«No.»
«Weapons are forbidden everywhere but the Pit level. You won't get through the door.»
Shit.
I sighed and put Slayer between the front seats. «Stay here. Guard the car.»
Saiman shut the door. «Is the sword sentient?»
«No. But I like to pretend it is.»
A remote clicked in Saiman's hand. The car answered with an odd chime.
«What was that?»
«My security system. I wouldn't recommend touching the vehicle. Shall we?» He offered me his
elbow. I rested my fingers on his arm. A deal was a deal. I was his arm candy for the night.
At least I looked the part. I had twisted my hair up and stuck a couple of reinforced wooden
sticks into the knot to keep it put. I'd even brushed on some makeup to match the ao dai. The dress
already added a touch of exotic, and mascara and dark eye shadow took me into intriguing territory.
Pretty was forever out of my league, but striking I could manage.
A large building sat before us in the middle of a huge parking lot. Brick and oval in shape, it rose