breasts and headed for the door.
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Theron stared out the window of Chrysander’s penthouse, his mostly forgotten
drink still in hand. Dusk was falling, and the lights of the city were coming alive, popping
on the horizon.
He still wasn’t sure his decision had been the correct one. He’d questioned
himself repeatedly through the day, and yet, he could find no fault with the path he’d
taken.
But now he had no idea what to do about Isabella.
He turned in irritation when his BlackBerry rang. It was sitting on the coffee table
several feet away where he’d tossed it earlier. With a resigned sigh he walked over to
pick it up.
Seeing Reynolds’s name on the LCD immediately put him on edge. He hit the
answer button and put the phone to his ear.
“Anetakis,” he said shortly.
“Mr. Anetakis, this is Reynolds. We have a situation, sir.”
Theron put his drink down with a thud. “What situation?” he demanded.
“Earlier this evening, Ms. Caplan gave us the slip. Again.”
“What? And you allowed her to do this again?”
“I’m afraid it’s worse, sir. I’ll be happy to fill you in on the details later, but at the
moment we’re on our way to La Belle Femmes.” He paused for a moment. “Are you
familiar with it, sir?”
Theron’s brow furrowed in concentration as he absorbed the information. “Isn’t
that a gentlemen’s club? And why the hell are you going there?”
“Because that’s where Ms. Caplan went,” Reynolds said calmly. “I assumed
you’d want to know.”
“Damn right I want to know!” Theron exploded. “I’m on my way now, and don’t
think I won’t want to know exactly how this went down.”
He hurried toward the door, his finger on the button to call for his driver. By the
time he made it to the lobby, the car was waiting in front of the building.
What in God’s name was Isabella doing in a gentleman’s club? What was she
thinking? Was Marcus somehow responsible for this? Theron was going to kill him.
When his driver screeched up to the club entrance, Theron got out and saw
Reynolds along with his two men hurrying toward him.
“Is she here?” Theron demanded.
“We just arrived,” Reynolds explained. “We were about to go in to see.”
Theron strode ahead of them to the door and was stopped by a large man wearing
dark glasses.
“Your name, sir?” the man politely inquired.
“Theron Anetakis,” he said impatiently. “Someone I know is in there. Someone
who shouldn’t be here.”
“Unless you have a membership, I can’t allow you inside.”
Theron seethed with impatience and then he turned to Reynolds. “Take care of
this. Pay the man whatever is necessary for membership and then rejoin me inside. I’m
going in after Isabella.”
“But sir, membership is not instant….”
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Theron heard no more as he pushed by the man and went inside. He trusted that
Reynolds and the others would be able to overcome whatever objections the club’s
security guard had to his presence.
The club was different than Theron was expecting. From the moment a
gentlemen’s club was mentioned, it conjured images of a seedy, back-alley environment
where prostitution and drug use ran rampant. Here, though, it seemed the establishment
catered to an upscale clientele.
The interior was clean, lavish even, reminding Theron of many high-roller areas
of casinos. The waitresses, through scantily clad, weren’t cheap-looking-tart material.
The patrons were well-dressed, smoking expensive imported cigars and sipping only the
finest brandy.
It was a place Isabella shouldn’t even know existed.
Theron weaved around the tables, sharp-eyed, his brow creased in concentration
as he took in every single woman. Toward the front of the room, more men were
assembled in front of a curtained platform. Evidently a show was imminent.
He dismissed the men when he saw no women among them. Where the hell was
Isabella and had Reynolds gotten his information correct?
He glanced toward the entrance and saw Reynolds and the two other security men
rush in. Theron gestured curtly at them, and Reynolds wove his way through the tables to