Kelly shifted on her seat, trying to find a position that didn't hurt, but that wasn't possible, even on the over-stuffed chairs at Samarkand, Xanadu's most exclusive restaurant, where Jones had taken her on their first date.
The waitresses, none of whom she recognized, still wore what they used to call genie costumes: gold-brocade bras, white silk harem pants, pointy toed shoes.
None of the women were more than a size six and they were all stunning. The competition to work here was fierce because unlike most of the gourmet restaurants on the Strip, this place hired primarily women and the tips were astronomical. Only the cocktail waitresses in the high-roller suites made more.
Kelly had been right to wear her own horrifying outfit. The admiring glances from the mostly older men in the room gratified Jones, which mitigated his temper.
Still, she felt naked, vulnerable in a way that would have brought tears to her eyes if she let it. But she had to be strong. For Shaun.
As the evening progressed and she adjusted to the truth of her captivity, she realized that what hurt the most was James's complete turnabout. It just didn't make sense. She couldn't have been that wrong.
Somehow she had to get him somewhere they could talk. Somewhere outside of Jones's reach. It wouldn't be easy. God, it had taken so long for them to find all the cameras and microphones! And even when James was sure they'd found them all, it was still a huge risk.
To both of them.
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Not-So-Secret
RomanceLike father . . . like son. The empty crib, the warning note - Kelly Declaremount-black recognised the signs that her secret life had been discovered. To save her son, she became the willing captive of a man arrogantly convinced that her baby was hi...
