Concealment (The Cassano Series Book 1) Read Online Free

be tired a few days a week, but I promise I’ll keep it together.”
    “You need to tell Bishop.”
    “No, our boss doesn’t need to know shit.”
    “I don’t like this.”
    “I’m fully aware. You’ve told me repeatedly. I’m only checking things out, and I have a right to work a second job if I want.”
    As I stare at him, I keep from blinking, expressing that my reasoning is solid. Feeling out a case on the side isn’t unheard of, and once I confirm that my gut has not steered me wrong, I’ll take it to Bishop.
    “You haven’t told anyone, right?” I ask. Reggie looks away and fiddles with a peanut in his hand. Shit. “Who did you tell?”
    He hangs his head and drops the nut on the table. “I had a few drinks with Tucker and it slipped.”
    “That’s more than a damn slip.” I throw my head back against the seat. “He can’t keep his mouth shut. What’s the real reason you told?”
    “I don’t know.” He looks away. No matter how heavily we’ve been trained in this line of work to recognize when someone is lying, it’s human nature for us to give away the signs, too.
    “Bullshit.”
    His gaze returns and is resolute.
    “Look, I had a few too many drinks and became frustrated about you being in that hotel without me, so it came out.”
    OK, this is uncomfortable now, so I smile, not wanting to discuss feelings. “Aww, poor baby. You were crying over your beers all for me?”
    “Shut the hell up.” He says it but doesn’t mean it rudely. I know because along with the embarrassed red cheeks he’s exhibiting, even on his dark skin, a grin flourishes.
    I take a drink of my beer, and when I glance back up at Reggie, he’s boring a hole through me with his passionate, black eyes.
    It’s similar to the way Adrian was staring at me. I need to stop thinking of Mr. Adrian Cassano, but damn, he is sexy.
    “Uh, I should get home. Are you OK to drive?” I ask.
    “You’re the one putting away the drinks tonight.” An earnest expression flattens his smile as he runs a hand over his hair and stands from the booth.
    His mood has clearly soured, and I’m not looking forward to his silence, which is what I always receive when Reg is sulking.

Chapter Four
    Victoria
     
    “You’ve got to be kidding me.” My ass drops to the bench in front of my locker before I hold up the black chemise made of taffeta and mesh.
    I don’t care what they call it. It’s not a uniform; it’s a damn nighty. How degrading.
    This is something you should wear in front of your boyfriend or husband, and that would take guts on my part, but here in a room full of men … They have no business seeing me this scantily dressed.
    I’ll be lucky to fit my generous size C breasts in the satin cups, which are only covered slightly by a matching bow in the center. A large–fucking–bow.
    The meager fabric has spaghetti straps and a sheer, black mesh that stretches from under my breasts down to my hipbones. It’s attached to a short ruffled skirt trimmed in pink ribbon.
    Suddenly wanting to become a nun, I say a prayer to a higher power to solve this investigation as quickly as possible. 
    A couple of women are talking loudly an aisle over from me, so I gather my things and scurry to a restroom with a door and lock.
    This should be fun, trying to put on a pair of thigh high hose in a small stall. They hook to garter belts, and after I have everything on, I reluctantly exit and head back to my locker.
    My clothes are shoved inside, and I wobble in silver, strappy heels to the mirror. At least the pink, bob style wig I decided to wear today matches the ribbon on my outfit.
    I want to groan, but instead, I twist from left to right, becoming angrier by the second as I scrutinize how short my skirt is.
    “Damn, girl, that uniform was made for your body.”
    I pivot and find a pretty blonde wearing the same nighty as me. I don’t know what she’s thinking since it clearly fits her perfectly.
    “Thanks, I guess. I’m