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to him even if you have to stand in line.”
    In her experience, men who talked about how much sex they got usually didn’t, but she could use the insight on Dragan’s ego to her advantage.
    Snake Eyes warned, “Don’t try to talk to Dragan without going through his bodyguard first. That’s a standard Trophy Room rule for anyone who brings a bodyguard.”
    “Why do these men need protection in a room full of hookers?”
    “It’s a power image thing, I suppose. And when I say Dragan goes nowhere without his muscle, I mean nowhere . I would assume it’s to cover him while his guard is down when he’s otherwise engaged with a woman.”
    Ah, hell. That would make inserting the tracking device tricky.
    Place the tracking device on the bodyguard? She’d figure that out when she got there. “Photo of Dragan?”
    “Unfortunately, no, but I do have a description. He’s five-ten, has short black hair and a scar running from his right ear to his collarbone. He prefers tall, blond women, which is why Violet was the perfect choice.” 
    Margaux’s auburn hair was tucked beneath a blond wig styled to emulate Violet’s long, straight locks that hit just below her shoulders. “How is the meeting being arranged?”
    “The Banker’s person is supposed to contact Dragan between 12:30 and one tonight, or technically tomorrow morning. And there’s a line the women use in the Trophy Room to let the men know they’re interested.”
    “I thought the whole point was for the men to do the chasing.”
    “It is, but some men prefer aggressive women who won’t give it up easily. Dragan supposedly enjoys role-playing with leather and chains. Approach the bodyguard and say these exact words. ‘Tell Mr. D that I’m interested in speaking with him alone. I’ll allow him one minute or I’ll move on.’ That informs Dragan you’re interested and should get you close enough to do whatever you have planned. That is, unless you piss off the bodyguard.”
    “Think I can manage that,” she assured him.
    “One last thing. Two of the three owners are out of the country. Sergio Santiago hired Violet and he’s the only one that will be around tonight.” Snake Eyes scratched his chin again, taking her in with an analytical eye. “You look very much like Violet, but I wouldn’t plan to stay in view much longer than ten minutes, and definitely avoid any contact with Sergio.”
    Icy fingers gripped her stomach in warning. Sergio might have taken Violet for a test ride first, which meant that he’d know a hell of a lot more about the new girl than her face. “Fuck. Picked the best one for me to imitate, did you?” 
    Snake Eyes made an exaggerated sigh. “She was the only one who fit the tall and blond description, plus was somewhat close to your shape. The owners normally observe via cameras. Just don’t let Sergio get you alone.”
    Or you’re royally screwed , she finished silently.
    “If you miss your 12:30 window, this is all down the drain, Duke.”
    “I can tell time.”  All Margaux had to do was find the man the Banker wanted to meet and tag a tracking device on the operative before he went to the meeting. Piece of cake with a team, but she didn’t even have backup. “Is that it?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then come get your money.”
    His face was shadowed, but she could feel anger surging off of him at having his phobia tested. He took one slow step at a time, breathing harder the closer he came to the wall.
    A couple more seconds and he’d be in perfect position. He stopped two feet from the bag and bent over, jaw clenched and arm shaking as he reached out.
    Margaux kicked his feet out from beneath him.
    He fell toward the gritty surface face first, jerking a gun from his coat.
    She was ready and disarmed him before he hit the ground. Then she tossed his weapon aside and dropped a knee down, hitting the middle of his back with her full body weight.
    That knocked the kick out of him.
    Wind howled, blowing her hair around