Enticed by the Operative (Doctors in Danger, Book 1) by Lara Lacombe Page B

top of his head down to his toes. He opened his eyes to stare at the picture on the screen again.
    It couldn’t be...
    But it was.
    Logan Marshall was the same man he’d bumped into two years ago. A DEA agent. Which meant Olivia Sandoval had talked.
    Anger flooded him in a hot rush, and he reached up to loosen his tie. That bitch.
    His first instinct was to punish her. He reached for the phone to give the order to kill her friends, but a thought struck him before he dialed. What if he could use this to his advantage?
    The DEA was off-limits in the United States. To put a hit out on an agent who was on American soil was suicide. But Logan wouldn’t be here for much longer. He was going to Colombia, and everyone knew that was a dangerous place.
    A slow smile spread across his lips as he considered the possibilities. A DEA agent, alone except for one woman and undercover in Colombia. It was a gift really, and one he couldn’t pass up. El Jefe would be pleased at such an unexpected windfall. They would interrogate him, find out exactly what the Americans knew and what they planned to do about it. Anticipation was a sweet burn in his chest. There were so many ways to make a man talk...
    And then, once they had wrung every last drop of information from him, they would kill him. There were hundreds of thousands of square miles of jungle in Colombia—the Americans would never find his body. He would be one more drop in the ocean of lives lost in the drug trade.
    He fixed his tie, whistling softly to himself. He would have to move quickly, but the prize was worth the rush. Pleasure flooded his system as he imagined presenting a DEA agent to El Jefe. It would be the diamond in his crown of achievements. El Jefe would be very pleased indeed.
    And Carlos would reap the rewards.
    * * *
    “You’ve really never flown first-class before?”
    Olivia shook her head and took a sip of champagne, enjoying the effervescent tingling as the bubbles danced across her tongue. She wasn’t normally a big drinker, but the flight attendant had come by with a tray of flutes just as she’d taken her seat, and the novelty of it was too fun to pass up. When in Rome...
    “Why not?”
    She glanced over to find Logan eyeing her with open curiosity. “These tickets are expensive,” she said. “The money I would spend on a cushier seat buys a lot of bandages.”
    He tilted his head to the side, acknowledging her point. “I didn’t think of it that way.”
    “How did you get them to spring for these seats?” From everything she’d heard, the government wasn’t in the habit of paying for civil servants to travel in such style.
    Logan lifted one brow and smiled. “A pharmaceutical executive such as myself has an image to maintain.” Then he leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Plus, I called in a few favors.” He winked at her, which made her stomach do a little flip.
    Olivia leaned back in her seat, putting a few inches of distance between them. “That was nice of you,” she said, hoping she sounded normal. When she’d agreed to pose as Logan’s girlfriend, she hadn’t stopped to consider all that would involve. Being near him. Sharing conversations. Touching him. Kissing him?
    Whoa , she thought, cutting off the thought before it could take root in her imagination. In the immediate aftermath of Carlos and his threats, she had seen Logan as a potential solution to the problem, a way to keep Avery and Mallory alive and safe while she did the cartel’s dirty work. But now that things had calmed down a bit, she saw him as more than a DEA agent. She was becoming acutely aware of him as a man, and unfortunately for her brain, her body liked what she saw.
    Just how much acting would they have to do to convince people they were together? And more important, could she keep her emotions separate from her actions? The last thing she needed was to believe the lies and truly fall for Logan. He was here doing a job, and no matter how attractive he