Lexi
She’d been told it would be easy to pick out her contact. But she’d never guessed he’d be so utterly and disgustingly conspicuous.
Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the handle of the mug that sat on the bar in front of her. She didn’t want to associate herself with that lecherous pig. Her stomach twisted, threatening to spill the dinner she’d just finished.
Across the room the man stood, clothed in black leather, his broad back to her. Dark locks just brushed the collar of his leather vest. A silver dagger dangled from his right ear, catching the candlelight as it swayed back and forth.
He was hunched slightly, forward speaking in whispers to the scandalously clad woman he was facing. His hands laid at the curve where her slim waist began to widen to a set of luscious hips.
As if something caught his attention he suddenly straightened and looked to the left.
Now Lexi could see his full profile; it was unmistakable. The thin mustache that had been oiled and curled upwards, like a bad imitation of a pirate. A short goatee graced his chin. The rest of his features were cleanly shaven.
Lexi stifled a groan. Was this someone’s attempt at a bad joke?
Was there not a single person more suitable to provide information?
With another annoyed groan she shifted out of her seat and headed in his direction, weaving through the packed tavern.
