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isn't my best look. I hastily slip off my heels, stuffing them in my pack, and pull on my black chucks as a comfortable replacement.
    Taking a piece of paper out, I scribble my cell phone number on it so I can give it to Marcus. I am sure he will call me. If not, then I don't know what I'll do.
    I walk through the club to the front door, and there they are, though most of the men have vanished. There is only Luc, the strange man I don't recognize; Marcus, who is puffing on a cigarette and I ache to ask him for a hit; and Jeremy, standing there as if he stepped out of some high-end glossy magazine, his crystal eyes practically twinkling in the darkness.
    Why does he have to be so distracting?
    Before they see me coming, I hear Jeremy say, "Ya know, man, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one? Those things are gonna kill you. Didn't your mother ever tell you that?" in reference to Marcus's nicotine habit, and it has me regretting my own.
    "Kiss my ass , Hunt."
    I walk up and command the men's attention. Lucky for me , Marcus goes in for the kill before Jeremy has time to think, which pleases me. It makes this whole thing easier.
    Marcus has been drinking a lot , which I'm sure has upped his confidence. He puts his hand on my arm, tugging me closer to him. I will play this to my advantage; I have to. Pay or play, now is the time to act.
    Marcus speaks first. "Hey, it really was a pleasure meeting you. Do you mind if I call you sometime?"
    My mouth drops slightly. He thinks it's because I am pleased he asked, but in actuality , it's because he is making this damn easy for me.
    I open my mouth to speak, but the conversation behind Marcus distracts me.
    Jeremy is speaking fluent French with the stranger, Luc. With the sounds of the passing traffic, I can’t catch every word, but Jeremy is either annoyed with the man or at me, because I notice his eyes keep darting back to me with a scowl. However, the sounds and words coming out of his mouth make the whole thing entirely sexy. My face heats up.
    Get a grip , Agent Turner .
    I focus on their conversation. I speak five languages other than English: French, Russian, Portuguese, Spanish, and Arabic. It comes in handy. I can't catch all of it, but it has something to do with Luc leaving town by the end of the weekend. I wonder if the Frenchman will have time to discuss biological warfare between now and Sunday.
    I bring my attention back to Marcus , who is still awaiting my answer. I smile, and instead of speaking, I hand him the piece of paper with my number on it.
    He grins like a child, and pockets it. It is almost adorable, but I have to remind myself he is the bad guy.
    "Definitely call me." I smirk . "Do you think maybe you can give me a ride home? Sorry if it's too much to ask. I can get a cab."
    His grin falls as his eyebrows furrow. He peers behind him at Luc, then back at me.
    "I would love to, but I have to meet with someone. I can call you, right?"
    Meet with someone at one in the morning? Now that sounds fishy.
    My request was a long shot anyway. I feign disappointment and pout.
    "Yes, please gimme a call ." Even bolder—when I think Jeremy isn't looking—I lean in and kiss Marcus below the ear to seal the deal. I swear, I think he shivers.
    I pull away the moment the valet pulls up with his Mercedes. Still smiling , he waves at me, and hops into the driver's side. I should question his sobriety, but as I watch Luc join him in the passenger seat, other questions flood my mind.
    What are those two up to? I need to let Derek know. He can track them.
    The car pulls away, and I am alone with Jeremy, who is now standing right next to me.
    I stare into the distance, not wanting to make eye contact even though I know he's staring at me. I bob back and forth on my heels , waiting for a cab, wishing for this moment to be over. He scoffs next to me, and I still don't budge.
    As if he can't take it , he says, "Really?"
    The statement almost offends me. I turn to look at