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Devious Tactics
ISBN # 978-1-78651-123-2
©Copyright Katy Swann 2017
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright January 2017
Edited by Ann Leveille
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DEVIOUS TACTICS
She’s been caught in his playroom. Should she leave or should she resort to devious tactics to get what she wants?
When Sami Jenkins is offered the chance to write a major scoop for her newspaper, she jumps at it. All she has to do is find proof that a successful businessman is a drug dealer. If she succeeds she will land a promotion that will secure her future as a top investigative journalist.
But Sami isn’t prepared for Jet’s powerful charisma when she meets him. As an ex-Air Force fighter pilot, Jet is both commanding and charming, leaving Sami confused by her attraction to him. When she attends a party hosted by Jet on his lavish yacht, she sneaks off to search his office. Sami doesn’t find any evidence of drugs, but what she does stumble across leaves her speechless. She has inadvertently found Jet Whitely’s extravagant and very kinky playroom.
When Jet catches her he gives her a choice. Either he calls the police and she can explain to them what she was doing there, or she can stay and discover the delights that his playroom has to offer. But can she trust someone she suspects of being a criminal to tie her up and do unspeakably delicious things to her body?
Dedication
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Chapter One
“Is that him?”
Don sat back in his chair and nodded. “Yep. So what do you think?”
I stared at the photograph Don had handed me and frowned. Jet Whitely was gorgeous. Shame. “What kind of name is Jet, anyway?” I muttered, narrowing my eyes at the handsome face before me.
“His real name is David Whitely, but apparently he earned the name Jet while he was in the Air Force. He was a fighter pilot, I believe.”
“Hmm.” Something about him seemed familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on where I’d seen him before. “Tell me about him.”
Don shrugged. “There’s nothing suspicious about him at first glance. He’s in his early forties, born and bred in Hampshire. Started a software company when he left the Air Force and sold it eight years later for over five million pounds. He’s a bit of a daredevil, from what I understand. He flies vintage planes at air displays now. You know, aerobatics or whatever it’s called. He’s single, extravagant and a womanizer.”
I scowled at the image in front of me. Jet Whitely’s steely gray eyes seemed to jump out of the picture and command my attention. Everything about him was beautiful, from his rugged, stubble-covered jaw to his dark, cropped hair and muscular body. My skin prickled with dislike.
“Don’t be deceived by his looks,” warned Don. “He may be handsome, but he’s dangerous. If you take this job, you’ll need to keep your wits about you. If we can get this scoop before the police catch him, our circulation will increase tenfold.”
I nodded. If I took this job and got the proof we needed, my career as a top investigative journalist would be secured. Jet Whitely was going to be the man to get me there.
I threw the photograph onto Don’s desk. “What do I need to do?”
“I’ve managed to get an invitation to a party he’s having on his yacht on Saturday. You’ll go undercover as a writer for a celebrity magazine. Tell him you’re writing a piece about the rich and famous if he asks. Get into his office and find something incriminating, anything. Nail the bastard, but be careful. If he catches you snooping, he’ll get suspicious.”
“Are you sure he’s guilty?” I asked, needing to be sure I wasn’t wasting my time.
Don handed me another photograph. It had been taken at night and showed a small boat bobbing next to Jet’s massive yacht. Someone on the yacht was dropping a parcel into the smaller boat, but it wasn’t clear who that person was because it was too dark. “Reliable sources assure me it’s drugs he’s dealing, we just need to prove it.”
I swallowed down the anger bubbling up inside me. Scum like that deserved to rot in hell. “Okay, I’ll do it.” Jet Whitely wasn’t going to know what had hit him by the time I was finished with him.
* * * *
I smiled at the steward as I handed him my invitation.
“Good evening, Miss…er…Jenkins,” he purred as he scanned a list for my name. “Welcome on board.”
“Thank you.”
My heart sank as I stepped onto the busy deck. This was everything I hated. Posh people drinking overpriced champagne with fake smiles plastered on their cosmetically enhanced faces. And to think I could have been at Club Deviant enjoying a night of kink. The things we do for work.
I wobbled across the deck on my high-heeled strappy sandals to a quieter area, grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. This was going to be torture. Not the kind of torture I enjoyed, though.
I spent the next half-hour or so making small talk with people I had no interest in. That time wasn’t spent in vain, because I had managed to scan the whole deck area as I glanced over people’s shoulders while I engaged in polite chitchat. I watched carefully as a couple of giggling women tottered through a door near the bar. Chances were that they were going to the Ladies. If I was discreet, maybe I could slip past the toilet facilities without anyone seeing me.
I was so busy working out my strategy that I hadn’t noticed that somebody had approached me until a dark shadow loomed over me. My gaze traveled upward until it met the cool eyes of Jet Whitely. Target locked.
“Hello, beautiful lady. I’m Jet.” He smiled, holding out his hand.
I took it and gave it a firm shake. “Hi, I’m Sami,” I said, fixing a smile on my lips while trying to ignore the sizzling sparks that shot up my arm from his touch.
Jet Whitely was even better-looking in real life. Immaculately dressed in what was clearly a very expensive suit, he oozed money and power. His perfect white teeth glistened in the orange glow of the setting sun and the creases at the corners of his mouth showed that he was a man who laughed a lot. I forced myself to remember why I was there.
Jet fixed his beautiful but sharp eyes on me, making me want to squirm. It was as if he could see right through me. Through the fake smile and false pretenses.
“You look familiar. Have we met before?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” I replied coolly. So he’d had the same thought. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I knew him from somewhere either. Odd, as I don’t make a habit of mixing with drug dealers.
Before he had a chance to question me further, a man in a dark suit with equally dark features approached. He spoke in Jet’s ear, keeping a suspicious eye on me at the same time. Jet nodded and the man moved away.
“I’m sorry, there’s somebody I need to talk to. Excuse me.” He had turned away from me even before he’d finished his sentence.
I stared after him, frowning as he approached a man who looked just as out of place as I was. The guy was shady as hell, with a scar down his right cheek and expensive clothes that had clearly been bought especially for the occasion. Jet laughed at something the man said, then led him away from the crowd.
I didn’t know what to make of Jet Whitely. He had been polite, charming even, but there had been no mistaking the hint of danger lurking behind those eyes. Eyes that were sexy, confident and commanding. A hint of warmth shivered through me as I imagined kneeling before him, head bowed and my hands bound behind my back. I shook my head. Bloody hell, Sami, get a grip. Missing a night at Club Deviant was clearly having a strange effect on me.
I finished my champagne as I refocused on the task in hand. Everybody was busy trying to impress one another, far too engaged in networking to notice a lone woman standing on her own with an empty glass in her hand. It was time to make my move.
I placed the glass down and made my way across the deck to the door I’d spotted earlier. Once inside I found myself in a small hallway. My hopes for easy access to the private area were dashed when I saw that the only three doors. Two led to the Ladies and Gents facilities and the third was closed. I tried the handle, but it was locked. Damn, I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.