Chapter 7
7
“ W ait,” Del calls to Shanna, then shoots a raised brow my way.
Without a word, I know what he’s up to. That's the great thing about having been friends for nearly a decade. We can basically read each other's minds. Answering her the way Del intends isn’t really giving away information… I nod my approval.
Del smiles. “I can say this: Kristoff is the only member here who’s a ballroom dancer and he’s recent. He came highly recommended and has been very active since he joined.”
“I’ll bet.” She snorts. “And here I thought he was your average, garden-variety gay man…”
Del chokes. I resist the urge to howl with laughter.
“Okay, clearly that’s untrue. You two can stop snickering.” She rolls her eyes as a smile tugs at her lips. “What about any of my former dance partners?”
I doubt she suspects Jonathan Smythe, but according to Mamá, the first two hate her.
“Do you know who they are?” she asks.
“Yes, but none of your former partners are members.”
Shanna bites a pink, bee-stung lip as she thinks. “Have any of your other members reported this type of breach in privacy?”
“Absolutely not. But one thing is clear: while whoever took the footage isn’t one of your competitors, it’s seemingly someone who knows about your world of ballroom. About you and what you value.”
“Precisely,” Del adds. “Someone who knows that competition is coming up and that the judges will punish you if such footage becomes public.”
“You’re right,” she concedes. “Any ideas who among your members that could be? I know you can’t give me names, but…”
Again, I look at Del, who shakes his head. “Not a clue.”
“We could ask you the same question,” I counter. “Who are your enemies?”
Shanna hesitates as if scanning her memories. “If it’s not a former partner or a competitor, I can’t think of a single person who hates me enough to want to crush me.”
“But if any guest is a friend to one of your former partners or competitors, we have no way of knowing.”
“True…” Shanna nibbles nervously on a fingernail, then, as if realizing she’s done something less than perfect, she stops. “What about employees? Do any of them have access to video cameras and those rooms? Maybe they were willing to take a bribe and?—”
“Highly unlikely,” Del replies. “We have four types of employees: security, housekeeping, waitstaff, and bar crew. That’s it. Most are trusted friends, and we pay them to be invisible unless they’re needed. None of those employees should be anywhere near a room when it's in use. All the watching and exhibiting is done for and with fellow members.”
Shanna sighs. “Another dead end…”
“It appears”—Del looks my way with the glint of the devil in his eyes—“that we should draw out your blackmailer.”
“You mean have Kristoff repeat the scene and hope someone makes another recording?”
“No,” I say, catching on to the idea. “Kristoff has been recorded. He’s served his purpose. It’s interesting that whoever recorded him chose to give the video not to him, but to you.”
“Exactly,” Del chimes in. “The blackmailer wants you to suffer. Kristoff is just one avenue to achieve that.”
“So what are you suggesting I do?”
One more time, Del and I exchange a meaningful glance.
“I think, querida , he’s suggesting that I arrange a scene for you here and see if we can catch him red-handed in the act of filming you.”
Shanna’s jaw drops. “Are you insane?! You think I should come here and get naked and…”
“Spend a little time showing our members what you enjoy? Yes.”
“I can’t give this creep any more ammunition to ruin me.”
“He already has everything he needs to discredit you with the judges. But I don’t think he’s trying to prevent you from competing, as much as he’s attacking you. This feels personal, not business related. If you want to find out who's behind this, you must…expose yourself.”
“I’m not interested.”
In being watched? I know better, but now isn’t the time to call her out. “Pretend, if you must. But I believe the plan will work. Unless you have another idea?”
Shanna huffs in frustration. “If I agree to this crazy scheme, can I do…whatever it is alone?”
A grin spreads across my face. “Our members would jump through rings of fire to see you touch yourself.”
She pales. “Wait. Are you suggesting I…masturbate for an audience?”
“Even the thought of it makes me hard,” I whisper for her ears alone.
“Absolutely not!”
“Then I’ll be more than happy to assist you.”
She turns to me with a scathing glare. “I’ll bet. You’re not touching me.”
“But it would be more believable…and more blackmail-worthy,” Del chimes in. “I’ll hide in the room and watch all doors, windows, and passersby, see if I can identify our camera-wielding asshole.”
Her jaw drops. “It’s bad enough to contemplate getting naked with him. But having you watch, too? No.”
That horror on her face is pure fiction. Her suddenly hard nipples tell me that. She’s scared—of herself, of me, of whatever is fueling her ambition. Suddenly, I want to get to the bottom of it all. I want to understand her.
“Is the idea too arousing?” I challenge.
Shanna whirls on me. “It won’t work.”
I shrug. “If you don’t want our help…”
She bites her lip. Yeah, she’s thinking through her options.
A few moments later, she grits her teeth. “I need your help, damn it. But there's got to be a better idea than putting me on display.”
“Your blackmailer will return to the scene of the crime if we dangle the right bait in front of him. Catching him in the act is the only way to be certain he's the guilty party.”
Shanna paces. Her firm ass outlined in white capri pants makes my tongue melt as she contemplates in a silence broken only by her high heels.
“I can’t believe I’m actually considering this. I must be out of my mind.”
“Or determined to stop someone from screwing your career,” Del quips.
“Which is the only reason I haven’t walked out.”
Gently, I wrap my hand around her elbow. “Would seeing the room and all the places Del can hide so he can catch this bastard help you decide?”
My business partner sends me a knowing smile.
She shrugs. “I don’t know, but maybe if I see the room, something will occur to me.”
“You two come up with the plan and let me know. I need to get back to my…company.” Del claps me on the back, kisses Shanna’s hand, and disappears upstairs.
In the charged silence, I lead Shanna down a hall and up another set of stairs, to the playrooms. At the second door on the left, I pause and ease it open…