A Necessary Sin by Georgia Cates Page A

life will be very soon—getting calls at all hours of the night to handle whatever legal messes the brothers have gotten into. “Now?”
    “I need you there thirty minutes ago. I don’t trust Calhoun. He has a problem with keeping his mouth shut. The bastard better hope they don’t talk him into saying anything he’ll regret later.”
    Well, my fun with Bleu is over—at least for tonight. “I’m in Old Town but I’m leaving now. I’ll let you know how things go.”
    I need to touch her again before I go so I glide my hands over her arse and pull her against me. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and then release it. “I really don’t want to leave you.”
    “Then don’t.”
    This is painful. “I have to.”
    “Will I see you tomorrow?”
    “Maybe.” I’m already behind on the case I was assigned and I’m sure this new mess isn’t going to help. “Probably not. I’m already really behind with work. I shouldn’t have come tonight but I couldn’t stay away. I was going crazy.”
    “Don’t act as though you’ve been bewitched.” She laughs. “You came because you were hoping to get laid.”
    “A guy can hope.” I grin and shrug. “Were you going to say yes?” I really think I was about to get a shag.
    “Doesn’t matter now. You’re getting a kiss goodnight instead.”
    That’s a yes. Dammit, I was so close to banging her. I may get William Calhoun out of the slammer just so I can beat the shit out of him.
    “Three days.” I kiss her lips one last time before I go. “Be ready.”

Chapter Nine
Bleu MacAllister
    T onight’s the night . I’ve been preparing myself for this since I made the decision to use Sinclair as collateral damage. Getting off won’t be enough. Anyone can do that for him. He has to experience the unexpected and like it enough to keep coming back for more. Could there be anything better than an untouched virgin in his bed?
    I think not.
    My hair is down with the ends loosely curled. Sin’s never seen it that way. It goes perfectly with the tight, black dress I’m wearing. The hair, the outfit, the shoes … they make me feel confident and sexy—like I could seduce a saint. I suppose it’s all a bit much since Sin is certainly no saint and wouldn’t resist my sexual advances, even if I were on fire.
    Thank God he’s a horny bastard. That makes him putty in my hands.
    There’s a knock at the door so I take one last look in the mirror and push my boobs up in my dress. “Stella Bleu, I hope your bullshit is exceptional tonight,” I say to my reflection.
    Sin’s standing on the other side with a single white long-stemmed rose in hand. I’m taken aback by the gesture. “Awe … Sin. Thank you.” I take it and bring it to my nose for a smell.
    “The florist told me a white rose conveys ‘I’m worthy.’” I understand the meaning and I’m touched he’d put effort into wooing me. He knows I’m a sure thing tonight, yet he chooses to romance me anyway. That’s both unexpected and uncharacteristic for Sinclair Breckenridge.
    “Do you give roses to all the girls?”
    “You’re the first.” That’s not a shock.
    “I have a feeling there’s going to be a lot of firsts for both of us tonight.”
    He’s driving us to the restaurant and I go through my personal undercover rules in my head, just for a refresher.
    Rule number one: lies are like boomerangs. You better throw them out as hard and as far as you can because they always return eventually. I have that covered. Nothing will come back to me before I’m out of here. Once I’m gone may be a different story since I’m not using an alias.
    Rule number two: always know my boundaries and never allow the lines to become blurred. I have no limits to what I’m prepared to do or where I’m willing to go when it comes to Thane Breckenridge.
    Rule number three: when undercover, you’d better have a map because there are a lot of ways to get lost. I know Thane, Sin, and The Fellowship inside and out. I’m