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Authors: Leighann Dobbs
Hidden Agemda (Kate Diamond Adventure)
This is a work of fiction.
None of it is real. All names, places, and events are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real names, places, or events are purely coincidental, and should not be construed as being real.
Hidden Agemda
Copyright © 2013
Leighann Dobbs
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Kate Diamond grabbed a flute of champagne from the silver-rimmed tray before the waiter whisked it off into the well-dressed crowd. Raising the sparkling glass to her lips, she took a sip, her nose twitching slightly from the bubbles as she scanned the elegant ballroom at the swanky Crowne Point Hotel for her target.
Her heart skipped when she caught her own reflection in the large wall-sized mirror at the end of the room. Lavender eyes blinked at her from underneath platinum hair that had been piled high on her head and secured with a glittery rhinestone comb. Her strapless gown—in silver satin to match her elbow-length gloves—glittered with various shaped rhinestones that studded the bodice. A small matching purse dangled from her wrist. She hardly recognized herself … and hopefully, neither would anyone else.
Shifting her gaze over to the bar, her lips curled into a soft smile as she spotted the object of her search—Julian Crowder. In Kate’s small circle, Julian was known as “The Crow”—partly because of his name, partly because of his fondness for shiny gemstones and partly because of his ability to fly above any type of criminal prosecution resulting from his nefarious activities as a go-between in the black market world of stolen art, artifacts and gemstones. He didn’t actually steal any of the items himself. He simply connected the thieves with stolen objects to buyers who didn’t mind acquiring those stolen objects.
Julian knew everything there was to know about the most recent jewel robberies and possessed information about a certain gemstone … information that Kate would stop at nothing to get. Looking down, she adjusted the bodice of her gown so it showed off her ample assets and started across the ballroom toward him.
She silently cursed the way the tight fitting floor-length dress hampered her stride as she elbowed her way slowly through the sea of gowned and tuxedoed patrons gathered for the local Artist Guild charity event.
As she moved along the crowd, the latest brands of expensive perfume—Chanel, Patou, Clive Christian, and Hermes—stung her nose and made her lungs ache. She pushed a momentary pang of nausea aside and let the din of voices fade to the background as she studied Crowder.
Like most of the men in attendance, he was dressed in a black tuxedo and crisp white shirt. He sat with his tall bar chair swung to the side, one elbow leaning on the bar, his round stomach sticking out like a pregnant penguin. The lock of dirty blond hair he’d combed over to hide his receding hairline hung across his forehead into his eyes as he tilted his head upwards to appraise the young woman who was unfortunate enough to be standing at the bar next to him. She was tall and beautiful, a model perhaps, and Crowder would have had to tilt his head backward at an uncomfortable angle to look at her face.
But, he wasn’t looking at her face.
As Kate closed in on her quarry, she watched him raise a crystal tumbler of amber liquid to his lips. A glint of light from the gigantic diamond on his pinky ring almost blinded Kate as she slid up to the bar in-between Crowder and the model.
Pushing her now empty champagne glass across the bar for the bartender to fill, she turned her head toward Crowder and favored him with her most flirtatious smile. Crowder was a rich man, reputed to have a voracious appetite … for both food and women … the latter of which Kate planned to use to her advantage.
“Hi.” Kate contemplated batting her eyelashes but figured that would be overkill.
“Well, there sure are a lot of pretty ladies that support the Artist’s Guild auction here.” Crowder’s gaze drifted from Kate’s face to her cleavage.
“Oh, I love the arts.” Kate took the full champagne glass from the bartender, raised it to her lips and took a big gulp, then giggled. “I also love the champagne … although I might have had a teensy bit too much.”
Kate pretended to stumble into Crowder who put his hand on her waist to steady her.
“Ooops.” Kate giggled again.
“I don’t believe we’ve met.” Crowder studied her with black, birdlike eyes.
“We haven’t,” Kate said holding her hand out to him. “I’m Tempest Rochfield.”
Crowder’s right brow raised a fraction of an inch. “Any relation to Bernie Rochfield?”
Bernie Rochfield was a well-known art collector and reputed to be one of the richest men on the planet. Kate figured her being a relative would pique Crowder’s interest in her even more.
“A distant cousin.” Kate nodded her head, then hiccoughed and giggled again.
“Julian Crowder.” Crowder extended his right hand while managing to keep his left possessively on her waist. Kate fought to keep a seductive smile on her face as she suffered through his lingering sweaty, limp handshake.
Finally, Crowder withdrew his hand. Kate took another gulp of champagne, and then started to fan herself with her free hand.
“Phew … it’s awfully stuffy in here.” She looked around the ballroom, then turned her attention back to Crowder leaning in closer to him. “So many people. Don’t you think it’s a bit crowded?”
Crowder’s sweat-glistened face turned pink and Kate recognized the predatory look in his eye. He put his hand over hers suggestively. Kate felt a surge of triumph battle with a wave of revulsion as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“We could go somewhere less crowded,” he suggested.
Kate felt impatience lap at her stomach—she had him just where she wanted him, but she didn’t want to blow it by moving too fast or making it seem too easy for him. She pulled back from him, plastering a wide-eyed look of innocence on her face.
“Why Mr. Crowder, I don’t know about that … I mean … we just met.” She batted at his arm playfully with her small purse.
Crowder played along. Leaning closer again, he tried to persuade her by pretending like it was an innocent invitation. “Why Miss Rochfield … I hope you don’t think—”
Kate pretended to listen as he droned on. She’d give him a good five minutes of resistance and then let him think his powers of persuasion had won her over. That way he’d be more worked up and distracted, making it easier for her to complete her mission.
Her gaze drifted across the room as Crowder tried to sweet talk her. It was packed full. Waiters circled the crowd with trays of drinks and appetizers. People had gathered in groups, talking, drinking and having a good time. Except for one lone man, who stood off to the edge, scanning the crowd.
Alarm shot through her when she recognized him—Ace Mason.
What was he doing here?
Kate wondered if the FBI agent was here for the same reason she was. No, it was impossible—no one else knew Crowder’s connection to the theft of the giant ruby. Still Mason’s presence here was unnerving. She turned her head away from him—she couldn’t risk him recognizing her. She needed to speed up her plan and get Crowder out of there
now
.
“—assure you I meant only a brief respite to avoid the crowds and talk about art.” Crowder was saying.
“Well, of course you did, silly.” Kate smiled down at him while watching Mason out of the corner of her eye. “That sounds lovely.”
Kate tilted her head toward the exit and Crowder bolted up out of his seat nearly sending it toppling over. Kate turned and walked in the opposite direction of where Mason was patrolling the crowd. Crowder followed close behind her with his hand on the small of her back.
Wishing she could walk faster, Kate cursed her tight skirt again as she sashayed toward the French glass doors that led to the hotel elevators. Just as they got to the doors, her eyes met Mason’s in the mirror—her heart kicked. Did she see a glimmer of recognition on his face? A quick look back told her she must have been mistaken—Mason had returned his attention to the crowd.
Kate let out a sigh of relief as she sailed out the door and headed toward the elevator. She tried not to jerk back as Crowder brushed his arm against her breasts in his pretense of leaning over to push the elevator button. “I’m on the sixth floor.”
“I love the view from the sixth,” she said as the doors opened and he pushed her in.
Inside the elevator, she giggled as she stumbled against him. She noticed Crowder’s hand slipped from the small of her back to cup her bottom and she prayed the elevator would get to his floor quickly as she snuggled against him.
He turned toward her, his hot breath fluttering against her cheek as he leaned closer. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of stale garlic and whiskey. Panic nipped at her as his face hovered inches from hers. The thought of him kissing her was revolting—but she’d do it if she had to in order to keep up the charade …
Ding!
Mercifully, the elevator doors opened and Kate stepped out from his grasp causing him to stumble forward.
“We’re here!” she announced cheerfully as she wiggled out into the hallway. Crowder rushed to catch up to her, fumbling for his key as he steered her toward his room.
He stopped in front of the door to room six forty-two. Every one of Kate’s nerves was on high-alert. It was almost ShowTime.
She rubbed herself against him as he put the card in the door. He turned to look at her and she smiled, giving him her most seductive look. His eyes glittered with understanding as he pushed the door open.
Kate was barely inside when he slammed it closed and turned around, trapping her against the wall. His hands pawed at her, pulling her closer. She shuddered in revulsion as his lips touched her neck. Crowder must have mistaken the shudder for something else and his hands roamed to her breasts.
Kate giggled. “Not so fast.” She wriggled out of his grasp, then grabbed onto the end of his tie and pulled him backward into the room toward the bed. Dodging his advances so as to avoid his lips meeting with hers, she spun him around, pushed him down on the bed, hiked up her tight dress and straddled him.
“Oh you like to be on top? That works for me.” Crowder tried pulling down the top of her dress but Kate swatted his hands away.
“Not yet, you bad boy,” she said playfully as she reached for the purse that was still dangling from her wrist. Crowder lay obediently on the bed, his breathing growing heavy with anticipation of what was to come … or at least what he
thought
was to come.