you've told Carrie aren't going to work. She didn't take anything of yours.”
“And she will be free to share that with the authorities,” Alizee said. “Though I would not consider that a wise decision. After all, I do have a reputation in Cannes, and the police may be more likely to believe me over a stranger who is suffering from financial problems.”
“We'll see about that,” I said. “Especially since I don't think you're going to call the police anyway.”
“And what would make you say that?” She ran her fingers down my arm and I was grateful I was wearing long sleeves. I didn't like her touching me, but I couldn't push her away, not when we were still doing this little dance.
“Because I don't think you'd want the cops snooping around here.” I stayed cautious, but I saw an opportunity I wasn't going to pass up.
Her hands moved to my chest and pushed my suit jacket off my shoulders. “Is that so? Do you believe I do not have those in the department who will vouch for my honesty and integrity?”
“Oh, I think you do,” I said, resisting the urge to push her hands away. There was something I needed more than I wanted her off of me. “But I also think you're involved in some things that even your buddies at the police station can't sweep under the rug.”
Her face tightened. “You’ve been a busy boy.”
I took the opportunity to take a step back and put more distance between the two of us. “I have,” I admitted. “And I know more than you think.”
“Such as?”
I knew I had to be careful here. “I know that your clubs have a bit of a reputation among customers who are looking for... companionship.”
A slow smile spread across her face. “You are accusing me of supporting prostitution?”
I just raised an eyebrow and waited for her to say more on her own.
She sighed. “No, that’s not it. Prostitution is not something one would care so much about.”
“You're right,” I admitted. “Not if it was working women doing it on their own.”
“You own – I am sorry, owned – a sex club. This is part of the business,” she said.
“It does tend to be,” I said.
“And, of course,” she continued. “Supply must always meet the demand. When it does not, we must be willing to go to lengths to provide for our client's needs.”
“And what lengths are those?” I wondered if I could actually get her to say it.
She ran her index finger across her bottom lip in a gesture I assumed was supposed to be seductive. “I only choose those whom no one will miss. Ones who would have ended up working the streets anyway. And if you wish, I will share with you.”
I felt sick, but didn't let it show. She'd confessed and now I had to wait for an opportunity to get out of here and find Vincent.
“Now that we have that out of the way,” she said. “Shall we get back to discussing the terms of me not having Carrie arrested for theft?” She took a step into my personal space again, the intent in her eyes clear.
Chapter 10
Carrie
A deep primal part of me wanted to go completely drama queen and start pounding on the door, screaming for someone to let me out. I almost laughed at myself for it, but the situation was too serious to find much humor in it. Instead, when the two men with no necks and even less of a sense of humor than I had at the moment closed the door, I stood in the center of the room and took a slow, deep breath. I closed my eyes and repeated it, trying to calm myself. This was far from the worst situation I'd ever been in, and I'd always made it out okay.
I opened my eyes. I needed to keep my head. I looked around. They'd put me in what looked like a spare room, just like Alizee had told them to. Compared to the rest of the house, it was plain, but still nicer than most places.
That didn't matter though. I wasn't here to admire Alizee's interior decorating. I needed to find something that would help me get out of here. I glanced at the window. If I'd been here
“And she will be free to share that with the authorities,” Alizee said. “Though I would not consider that a wise decision. After all, I do have a reputation in Cannes, and the police may be more likely to believe me over a stranger who is suffering from financial problems.”
“We'll see about that,” I said. “Especially since I don't think you're going to call the police anyway.”
“And what would make you say that?” She ran her fingers down my arm and I was grateful I was wearing long sleeves. I didn't like her touching me, but I couldn't push her away, not when we were still doing this little dance.
“Because I don't think you'd want the cops snooping around here.” I stayed cautious, but I saw an opportunity I wasn't going to pass up.
Her hands moved to my chest and pushed my suit jacket off my shoulders. “Is that so? Do you believe I do not have those in the department who will vouch for my honesty and integrity?”
“Oh, I think you do,” I said, resisting the urge to push her hands away. There was something I needed more than I wanted her off of me. “But I also think you're involved in some things that even your buddies at the police station can't sweep under the rug.”
Her face tightened. “You’ve been a busy boy.”
I took the opportunity to take a step back and put more distance between the two of us. “I have,” I admitted. “And I know more than you think.”
“Such as?”
I knew I had to be careful here. “I know that your clubs have a bit of a reputation among customers who are looking for... companionship.”
A slow smile spread across her face. “You are accusing me of supporting prostitution?”
I just raised an eyebrow and waited for her to say more on her own.
She sighed. “No, that’s not it. Prostitution is not something one would care so much about.”
“You're right,” I admitted. “Not if it was working women doing it on their own.”
“You own – I am sorry, owned – a sex club. This is part of the business,” she said.
“It does tend to be,” I said.
“And, of course,” she continued. “Supply must always meet the demand. When it does not, we must be willing to go to lengths to provide for our client's needs.”
“And what lengths are those?” I wondered if I could actually get her to say it.
She ran her index finger across her bottom lip in a gesture I assumed was supposed to be seductive. “I only choose those whom no one will miss. Ones who would have ended up working the streets anyway. And if you wish, I will share with you.”
I felt sick, but didn't let it show. She'd confessed and now I had to wait for an opportunity to get out of here and find Vincent.
“Now that we have that out of the way,” she said. “Shall we get back to discussing the terms of me not having Carrie arrested for theft?” She took a step into my personal space again, the intent in her eyes clear.
Chapter 10
Carrie
A deep primal part of me wanted to go completely drama queen and start pounding on the door, screaming for someone to let me out. I almost laughed at myself for it, but the situation was too serious to find much humor in it. Instead, when the two men with no necks and even less of a sense of humor than I had at the moment closed the door, I stood in the center of the room and took a slow, deep breath. I closed my eyes and repeated it, trying to calm myself. This was far from the worst situation I'd ever been in, and I'd always made it out okay.
I opened my eyes. I needed to keep my head. I looked around. They'd put me in what looked like a spare room, just like Alizee had told them to. Compared to the rest of the house, it was plain, but still nicer than most places.
That didn't matter though. I wasn't here to admire Alizee's interior decorating. I needed to find something that would help me get out of here. I glanced at the window. If I'd been here
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