ÄLEX WORTH STRODE

    ÄLEX WORTH STRODE down the fancy marbled hallway, looking for his roorr•his
"suite.'J He never thought a guy like him would be staying in a place like
the Cayo Sueño Resort. :Finally I an undercover assignment with perks.
    His conscience spoke loudly in his head. Remember how you got here.
DonJt forget whafs at stake.
    He ignored the stab of guilt and kept walking. There. on the left. Room
-Suite 809. He disengaged the lock and swung the door open. The fìrst
thing he noticed was a pair of sandals in front of the couch. The, cherry-red
high heels had "seduce me" written all over them.
    Alex glanced at his magnetic hotel card key and then checked it against
the door number. He was in the right place. He looked back over at the
sexy sandals. Talk about service. The hotel room came with a woman.
    "Hello?"
    He listened intently for any sound of movement. Nothing.
    After setting his carry-all in the foyer, he slammed the door shut as a
warnlng.
    Still no answer. The thick carpet muffled his steps as he moved farther
into theωe. He called out 刷n . hìs voice echoing off the pale 仰ered 号
walls.
    "Hello? Anyone here?
    He poked his head into the bathroom . No woman ,just a makeup bag
on the vanity and a used towel hanging on the shower rod. The living room
was empty, too, except for the lingering scent of perdume. Something floral,
but somehow smoky...
    A lace--edged bra and matching panties were carefully arranged on the
couch cushion. Alex smirked. Who was this woman? The bright red lingerie
had been laid out precisely, like she'd wanted to see how they'd look on
her body. He picked up the' bra, trying to imagine the breasts that fit into ìt.
The satjn fabric feU slippery between his fingers and it wasn't hard to
picture a hot babe who was equally stick.
   He dropped the bra back on the couch I scooped the sandals off the
floor and headed for the other room. Maybe the woman was lounging on
the bed silently waiting for him.
   Nope. No such luck. What the hell was going on? How did she get into
his suite, and more importantly, where was she now?
   Two small suitcases sat against the wall beside the closet. He set the
shoes down and f1ipped one of the luggage tags around. Apparently
Meghan Elise Foster was visiting Florida from Baltimore, Maryland. He had
a name now, but her reason for being here was stìll a mystery.
   He'd been invited to Cayo Sueño by Rogelio Braga, his connection in
the Miami cartel. Braga was 'Supposed to introduce him to the infamous
Frankie Ramos. So Alex couldn't trust an叭hing about this trip, not even
bright red panties that begged, "touch me." Too many good agents had
been compromised in situations just like this.
   A third suitcase lay open on the. bed. It was half full , as if she'd been
interrupted. He didn't hesitate over rummaging through the contents. He'd
worked undercover too long to let a Httle issue Iike privacy stop him. He
had to know who this woman was.
   The ''touch me" panties and "seduce me" sandals didn't go with the.
clothes laid out on the bed. Qual1ity t with recognizable labels, but kind of
plain. The skirts were long, the necklines high and everything was a solid
color, not a stripe or pattern in sight.