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Chapter Six

After his last customer left, Maan headed straight for the back door. He wanted to be out quickly enough to miss Geet. After her dance in the goddess outfit, he'd needed another break to get his body temperature somewhere close to normal. Unfortunately, Arjun hadn't been willing to extend his time at the bar, so Maan had gone back to work, hot, turned-on and confused.

Sure, she was beautiful, and her body was heart-attack-inducing, but she'd always been beautiful and it had never bothered him before. She hadn't done anything that he hadn't seen a thousand times before, but something- besides the hard on- had changed. He just couldn't figure out what. Was it because he'd talked to her? He'd been to her house? He'd seen her outside the club, being normal woman in a normal life?

Maybe it was because he hadn't gotten laid in a while. Undercover operation and women were difficult to manage at the same time, at least foe him, so he tended to not to mix the two. But he'd been on this job for less than three months. He wasn't so sex-hungry that the first pretty woman could turn him into a horny kid. On this job particular, he was surrounded by pretty women.

And Geet was the prettiest of them all. The sexiest, the smartest, the most innocent, and the one he hadn't been able to stop thinking about in the past twenty-four hours.

The October night air held a chill that smelled faintly of the Dumpsters at the edge of the parking lot. He took the steps from the stoop to the pavement two at a time and was digging his keys from his pocket when headlights brightened the night. The finely tuned engine of a long white Mercedes broke the quite as it glided to a stop a few feet in front of Maan.

A scrawny weasel of a guy jumped out of the front passenger seat and hurried around to open the rear door. Leaving his keys in his pocket, Maan watched as Rahul Agarwal slowly emerged from the car's interior. Beyond the Mercedes'more of a necessity than a luxury, thanks to his bulk'Rahul didn't flaunt his wealth. He wasn't weighted down with gold, he didn't dress flamboyantly and he wasn't attended by a bunch of tough guys meant to intimidate. Rahul was intimidating enough by himself.

"Khurana," he greeted with a nod

"Mr Agarwal."

"How was business tonight?"

"Not bad."

Rahul grinned. "It never is. I do have the best girls in town."

Almost Heaven was one of the better clubs, Maan acknowledged. All the dancers were young, pretty and in shape. They didn't need make-up to disguise needle marks or to hide the effects of too much booze; they didn't look as if they live on the fringes of respectable society. The clientele was better, too'businessmen, professionals. Few blue-collar types ever came through the door. With drinks starting at eighteen bucks and everything else going up from there, they couldn't afford to.

"Is it Arjun's turn to lock up?" Rahul asked, and Maan nodded. According to Romeo, Rahul knew his employees' work hours better than they did, and he scheduled his visit to the club accordingly. He came only at closing time and only on nights when Arjun was working late. That could be because Arjun was Rahul's cousin once removed, but Maan figured it was more likely because Arjun was on Rahul's payroll more ways than one.

Behind Maan the door opened and soft soles slapped down the first few steps before stopping. Rahul's gaze shifted past Maan and a smile crossed his face. "Geet."

Of course it was. Maan glanced over his shoulder just long enough to catch a glimpse of a T-shirt, snug jeans and sandals, then switched his gaze back to Rahul.

"Mr Agarwal." The footsteps resumed, then Geet stopped again a few feet to Maan's right.

"Aw, you don't have to be formal around Khurana here," Rahul said with a grin.

Geet smiled, too. "Hey, Rahul. How's your mother?"

"Enjoying her cruises way too much. She's threatening to spend the rest of her life sailing." Rahul tilted his head Maan's way. "Khurana says the night wasn't bad. Was it worth coming out or would you have preferred to stay home working on your bedroom?"

What the hell did Rahul know about Geet's bedroom? And for that matter, how the hell did she know anything about Rahul's mother? He wasn't the type to get too chummy with his employees'only those who had been with him a long time and were involved in his illegal enterprises. Did Geet fall into that category, or was there something different between them? Either possibility was so repugnant that Maan had to stifle the impulse to step back and put distance between him and both, Rahul and Geet.

"Tips will pay for that pricey wallpaper I've been coveting," Geet was saying when Maan turned in. "Yeah, it was worth coming out. But it's been a long night. I've got to get off my feet."

"Me, too." Rahul said, setting his girth in motion. "See you. You, too, Khurana."

Maan step back to let him pass, followed by the weasel, as Geet circled the rear of the car. After watching Rahul's slow progress up the first couple steps, Maan headed in opposite direction catching up with her about the time she reach her car.

"You're on a first name basis with the boss?" he asked as she opened the rear door of her car and tossed her bag onto the seat.

Her glance didn't quite reach his face. "I've known Rahul for years. He was the bouncer at the first club I ever worked at."

"And twelve years later he owns five clubs."

"He was always ambitious," she replied with a shrug, making the glitter-and-paint Eiffel Tower on her shirt ripple.

"You're ambitious, too," he pointed out. "Going from Atlanta's finest strip club to the staff of its most liberal college."

"But because you're not ambitious, that makes it a flaw of some sort in those of us who are?"

Maan rested one hand on the trunk of her car, leaning so his hip was against the rear panel. "What makes you think I'm not ambitious?"

Her whole manner became fluttery'her weight shifting from one foot to the other, her hand making a meaningless little gesture, her gaze sliding away from him, then skittering back again. "You have a college degree, yet you tend a bar in a strip club."

"Atlanta's finest strip club," he reminded her. "I said none of my college teachers looked like you. I didn't say I stuck around long enough to graduate."

Though he did. He'd started out in pre-law, like both of his grandfathers, his father, all of his uncles, one of his aunts and after him, both of his younger brothers. But he'd known from the beginning that he was never going to be a lawyer. Half of the lawyers in the family had never practised. Granddad Khurana had pointed out. They worked in the family business, protecting what generation before had built, adding on to their success. But they still had the degree. It was family tradition.

Maan hadn't cared enough about tradition to spend the time and money earning a degree he would never use. Over granddad's protest, he had switched his major to criminal justice and he'd never regretted it.

"So did you graduate?" Geet asked, toying with her keys.

No. A simple lie. He lied all the time on the job and was pretty good at it. He'd better be, since his life depended on it. But for reasons that wouldn't bear close scrutiny, he didn't want to lie at that moment. Instead he asked. "Does it make a difference? Does having a college degree make me smarter, better, more respectable? Does not having one mean I'm not respectable?"

Her gaze held steady for a moment, then the corners of her mouth tilted up. Before she could answer, though, his cell phone gave an annoying buzz. He fished it from his pocket, glanced at the screen, then flipped it open. "Hey, babe."

"There is my first clue that you're not alone," Naintara said. "Are you still at the club?"

"I'm just heading out. I'm standing in the parking lot talking to Geet."

"Tell her hello for me."

He dutifully did so, and Geet offered her own hello loud enough for the cell phone to pick it up. He pivoted so he was leaning against the car, so Geet was just a shadow in his peripheral vision instead of dead-on in front of him. "What are you doing up so late?"

"Getting used to the hours, unpacking. Trying to decide whether to find suitable hiding places around the apartment for my weapons or if I'd just be safer wearing a pistol at all times."

"Aw, it's not that bad." He'd been living there for three months. It wasn't the sort if place Maan Khurana, GBI agent, would choose'his condo was in a much better part of town'but it was appropriate for Maan Khurana, bartender. "Listen, babe, I'm heading out. I'll be home soon."

"Don't surprise me. I might shoot you," Naintara muttered.

With a laugh, he hung up, then fixed his attention on Geet again. "What were we talking about?" he didn't need a reminder; she'd been about to tell him that she was the last person who would judge someone else's worth by the extent of his education. She'd been about to smile at him, which would have made him grateful the car he was leaning against would support his weight because it would have been questionable whether his legs could.

It was a good thing Naintara had interrupted. A timely reminder to both, him and Geet, that there was another woman in his life.

"I don't remember, and at the risk of repeating myself, it's been a long night. I've got to get off my feet. Tell Naintara I'll see her at noon." With a grimace that was suppose to pass for a smile, she got into her car, started the engine and drove away.

Maan walked to his own car and ten minutes later, he was climbing the stairs to his second-floor apartment. His boots clanged on the metal tread, with only the thin light from nearby streetlamp to light the ay. The bulb next to the door was burned out, broken or stolen again. He didn't mind the dark'anything he couldn't take care of himself, the pistol secured to his right calf could'but for Naintara's sake, he should check the bulb. Not that she would be going out without a pistol, either.

He knocked, then called out, "Hey, Nain, it's me," before unlocking the door. He stepped inside, dropping his keys on the table as he closed and locked the door. The jangle of the keys hitting the floor made him turn. And stare.

Ten hours ago he'd left the shabby apartment with its third-rate carpet and fourth-hand furniture. Now rugs covered much of the carpet and throes covered the furniture. The table that had stood next to the door was across the room now. His one measly lamp was gone, replaced by four others that lit up the room like midday, and musty odor he'd come to associate with the place had been replaced by a fragrant candle scent.

Naintara appeared in the hallway that led to two cramped bedrooms and the bathroom. She wore jeans and a T-shirt, with her Sig Sauer holstered on the waistband, but that wasn't what made his eyes widen. He'd seen her in casual clothes before, and wearing a gun, too. But he'd never seen her hair thick and loose and curling around her face, or with a real makeup job, or looking pretty.

"Wow."

Colour heated her cheeks as she scooped a box from the dining table with jerky movements. "Grab that other box, will you?"

He picked it up, nothing too heavy, and carried it into the bedroom across the hall from his. This room had changed, too. When he'd left for work, it had been an empty room with no sheets on the mattress, no signs of use at all except for the running shoes piled on the floor and the fishing gear laid across the bed. Now those were gone, presumably dumped in his room, and there were more rugs, bedcovers in pale green, tons of pillows, a jewellery case on the dresser, clothes in the closet and shopping bags on the bed.

He set the box on the floor. Then picked up one of the shopping bags. "I thought you were just bringing a few things until you passed your audition with Romeo."

"This is a few things."

"Huh. I moved in three months ago with one suitcase and a box and haven't needed anything else."

"I noticed, you had three bath towels, three wash cloths, two coffee cups, a bag of plastic spoons and a jar of instant coffee. No dishes, no dish soap, no sanitizer, no microwave, no books, no television, no stereo, no computer."

"I travel light," he said with a shrug as he looked inside the bag, then removed one of the shoes there. it hardly qualified for the name, with little more than a sole, a clear vinyl strap across the toes and another one that circled the ankle, each topped with a pink bow. The heel was slender and long, four or five inches, and could probably substitute as a weapon in the absence of anything else. "You gonna wear these?" he asked cynically, glancing from the heel to the flats neatly lined up on the closet floor.

Naintara pulled both the shoe and the bag from his grasp. "I'm going to try."

"What else did you buy?"

She grabbed for the other bag, but he got it first, emptying it on the bed. There was a garment that would have been worthy of the name shorts if it had an extra yard of material. A bra and bikini bottom made of silver mesh, with lengths of silver beads dangling from each hip and between the breasts. A navy blue dress, simple, straight, falling just to the hips and with no back. A bra, thong and breakaway skirt in fiery red.

"you gonna wear these?" he asked again, his brows raised to his hairline.

Her jaw tightened as she swept up everything and stuffed it back into the bag, "I'm going to try. Did Agarwal come by tonight?"

Sobering, Maan leaned against the edge of the dresser. "Yeah, just as I was leaving. Geet's on a first name basis with him. Asked him about his mama."

"They've both been in the exotic-dance business a long time." Her nose wrinkled. "Rahul Agarwal and exotic dancing. There is an image that will be hard to get rid of. You think she could be involved with him?"

No. but Maan kept his gut response inside and considered it rationally. It wouldn't be the first time a beautiful woman had slept with her boss. Or the first time a beautiful woman had fallen for an unlikely man. And was Rahul really so unlikely? They were in the same business. He could have been a big help to her career in the past twelve years. He could have given her money, advice, contacts. And she would have given him...a pretty girl on his arms?

But Rahul had criminal records five miles long. Geet had nothing more than a speeding ticket when she was twenty-two. He was scum who belonged in the underworld where he resided. She'd just been passing through to better things.

Though twelve years was an awfully long time to pass.

"Well?" Naintara prodded. "You think Geet has something going with Agarwal?"

"You're a woman. What do you think?"

"I think if he came near me, I'd shoot him where it doesn't grow back."

"But?" with Naintara, there was usually a but.

She shrugged, her hair shifting in soft waves. "A woman does what she has to. I've been never in Geet's place. I don't know how she grew up, how she got to where she is today. I don't know what she's had to do."

Maan didn't know any of that about Geet, either. The background the bureau had done on her was cursory'name, age, address, credit check, criminal record check. It had been sufficient for their purposes.

Now that he had talked to her, it didn't seem sufficient at all. He wanted to know a whole lot more.

"You know, we're overlooking one possibility," Naintara said, clearing everything from the bed, then turning down the covers. The sheets were pastel green and white stripes, and the pillowcases matched, with addition of tiny roses embroidered in bright pink. "She could actually like the guy."

She could be a nice woman who'd become friends, nothing more, with her sleaze of a boss. Maan would rather think not, but it beat the other possibilities.

He pushed to his feet and went to the door, "whatever the case, she's leaving the business next month. You've got to be in place well before then."

Naintara nodded, her look less apprehensive than it had been before she'd met Geet. Do you think she'll loosen up enough to actually get onstage? He'd asked Geet.

I don't know, she'd said. A lot o f people will do whatever it takes to get what they want.

While Naintara might not want to strip, she did want to succeed at her job. She would pull it off. For the first time since their boss had suggested it, Maan felt confident of that.

Then he thought again of Rahul and the way he'd smiled at Geet. What about her? What had she done'what would she do'to get what she wanted?

Precap: "I work too hard to stay in shape. If I'm going to splurge, it's going to be on chocolate and ice cream."

Maan gave her a long look'at least, the part of her he could see. "You don't look like you ever splurge." His voice was normal, his comment a simple statement. But it was the look that sent a tiny shiver down her spine, that raised her temperature a degree.

The look, and the fact that his girlfriend was sitting right next to him, oblivious.

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