When Chastity Holmes accepts a position with Norwell Genetics, she has no idea there's more to the job than what's listed on her job description. She's supposed to screen applicants applying for laboratory positions, not act as bait in a sting to capture an unethical researcher who is stealing donated eggs and selling them to fertility clinics. Saying no doesn't appear to be an option when she peers into Detective Blaine Logan's piercing blue eyes.
Chase slowly opened her eyes and tried to focus. The dots in the ceiling tiles above her came into view and the bright florescent lights made her blink.
Suddenly, she remembered!
Her heartbeat increased and she tried to get up.
She couldn't. Her hands were restrained.
As the drug-induced fog cleared, Chase realized her feet were in stirrups and her naked bottom half was covered with a drape. Panic welled within her breast and she scanned the room. Where is the son-of-a-bitch?
Damien Sloane stood at the counter holding a long syringe-looking tool. Before him lay several Petri dishes and a pair of rubber gloves.
Chase struggled against her bindings, but to no avail. They were somehow secured them to the sides of the table.
She raised her head to look at him. "What are you doing? Let me go or I'll scream."
He picked up a white cloth from the counter and turned. "I don't think so. Would you like another dose of chloroform?"