The betrayal Chapter 27 snippet 1

The bottle of bourbon on the table before him suddenly seemed less interesting. Looking up from his glass, Kosloski watched a young woman step through the doors of the club before he grabbed the glass in one hand. He drank the entire shot of bourbon with one swallow before her poured himself another one.

So there she is, he thought as he downed that shot too. ‘The Banshee.’ Not quite to intimidating in person if I do say so!

Even in the dim lighting, he gave high marks to her tailor. The skintight black and silver jumpsuit matched her hair color. Smiling as he felt familiar warmth grow in his loins, he watched the way it clung to her body as she moved. If he hadn’t know she was a Special Ops Agent, he mused, then he would’ve tried to get into her pants.

She looks a hell of a lot more like a smuggler then do most smugglers, he thought as he noted the long black leather trench coat she wore.

He intentionally chose not to acknowledge her presence when she stopped before his table. Pouring himself another drink, he knocked it back while she looked at him impassively. She had come to see him, he reminded himself, and she could speak first. That had been a code of his for years while dealing with the smugglers, and it had kept him alive so far hadn’t it?

Nice blue eyes, he thought as he poured another glass.

“Mr. Kosloski,” she spoke in a husky, smoky voice that struck him right in the groin. “I believe you were expecting me.”

“Have a seat, Captain?” he asked as he shifted himself in his seat to hide his growing arousal.

“I wouldn’t say that too loud,” she said to him as she sat down across from him. Both of his eyebrows rose as he noticed her hand in her coat pocket.

Smart girl, he thought as he took note of her keeping a hand on her weapon.

“What would you prefer I call you?”

“Kate would be fine,” she said as she motioned for a drink.

“So,” he said as he laid both hands on the table to show her he wasn’t holding his weapon. “Something must be really important if they sent you all the way out to the ass end of space.”

“You could say so,” she said as she ordered a triple-shot of bourbon. How someone as small as her could hold that liquor, he wondered, beat the hell out of him!

A shiver ran up Kosloski’s spine, as he looked his visitor over closely. The first thing he noticed about her was the penetrating stare she owned. Looking into those eyes, he realized, was like staring into the eyes of a man-eating tiger. The shiver turned into a shudder as he noted the smoldering fire raging behind her eyes; a sense of violence that was never fully under control, but reigned in enough to keep her on the right side of the law.

This is a deadly woman, he told herself as he forced his face to stay unreadable. I need to keep that in mind if I’m going to pull this deal off!

If that wasn’t enough, he mused; her long, nearly mid-back length raven-colored hair added to the mystique that was Kate Almir. Pulled back into a loose ponytail, with bangs on both sides of her face, it gave her the appearance of being able to handle anything thrown her way. When that was combined with her wide, expressive eyes, she looked deathly intimidating to most people.