Tri Me (Primrose, Minnesota, Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

situation.”
    Jackson purposely hesitated to ask questions, moving his gaze over the other man’s face in an attempt to analyze the obviously-amused expression.
    “Lay it on me,” he said finally.
    “Storm is parked in the lot outside The Velvet Glove .”
    Adrenaline gathered in his veins. “He can’t watch Alex from that location.”
    “Uh yeah, he can.”
    “Knock it off, Ryker. Why is Storm several miles from the perimeter?”
    “Alex just entered the back door of the club.”
    “What? Why?”
    Ryker shrugged. “Want me to send Storm inside for Intel?”
    “No! I’ll handle it. Call Jake and tell him to meet me there.”
    “Jake?”
    Jackson nodded as he stood. “Bri pulls a shift there. He knows the place intimately.”
    “Are you kidding me?” Ryker’s jaw dropped and his mouth opened for a split second before he managed to close it. “Rawlings agrees to let his woman shake her … assets for other men?”
    “Hardly.” Jackson snickered. “He doesn’t let her do anything. She’s a psychologist. She counsels some of the girls.”
    “Damn.” Ryker chuckled under his breath while he tilted back his chair. “I wouldn’t touch this assignment with a ten foot pole. I’ll wait here. Call me if you need backup.”
     
    ***
     
    Alex held her breath, still not entirely sure she wanted to participate in her friend’s plan as Bri stuck a key into the back door lock of The Velvet Glove and then slung open the barrier. “This is legal, right?”
    “I have a key, Alex. I work here, remember?”
    “Much to Jake’s dismay,” Dara added.
    Bri giggled. “As long as he’s allowed to review the video, he’s fine with it.”
    Alex stepped inside, impressed by the tasteful décor. Three individual dressing rooms with black shutter doors lined the walls on one side, three on the other, each area large enough to house a one-rod closet and a chest of drawers. In the center of the room, a long mirror stretched what she figured to be six to eight feet, supported by a black granite countertop. Cosmetics, Styrofoam heads adorned with wigs, and hair accessories rested neatly at individual beauty stations. In front of each, three white, wingback, leather chairs sat pushed against the counter. Beneath her feet, the rich black carpet cushioned her step, even through her sandals. She slid one foot free and confirmed the softness when her toes touched the fibers.
    “Nice, huh?” Bri grinned. “Management pampers the girls.”
    “Don’t be so modest, Bri.” Dara giggled and squeezed the other woman’s shoulder as she glanced at Alex. “Bri is the one responsible for all this.”
    Bri dismissed Dara’s compliment with a wave of her hand. “C’mon, we’ll go into the Platinum Room. I checked earlier – there aren’t any reservations tonight.”
    “The rooms are reserved?” Alex squeaked.
    Bri nodded. “We got lucky. Normally they’re all booked.”
    Alex started to follow Bri out of the dressing area then stopped short. “Wait. Where is this room?”
    “On the other side of the club. The hallway that leads to the private areas are nearest the security area.”
    “That means I have to walk through the main part of the club.”
    Bri nodded slowly, as if she agreed but didn’t quite understand.
    “Dressed like this,” she finished.
    “Oh, yeah.” Bri smiled. “No big deal.”
    “Um, yeah. It is a big deal.”
    “Really Alex, you don’t look like yourself tonight. I highly doubt anyone will identify you.”
    “And if they do?”
    “Oh for Pete’s sake, Alex!” Marnie grabbed her hand and yanked her past Bri and out into the club. “Live a little. For once, just have a good time.”
    Without much of a choice, Alex followed behind Marnie through the dimly lit club, half of her tempted to duck and run the rest of the way to their destination. The other half, however, taunted her to take the stage and strut her stuff. Except, the threat of being recognized – or worse, murdered – threw a