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“So, what’s the plan?” Kavner whispered in my ear.
19
KAVNER
Spencer Bates looked exactly like a man I’d dislike.
He had that wealthy playboy look—all spent-too-much-time-in-the-sun gloss, with a side of never having worked for anything in his life. I knew it covered shallow selfishness.
He was trying to convince the poor woman he’d cornered to kiss him, although she didn’t look convinced. He was the kind of man who felt he was entitled to everything—women, money, opportunities—without the work or sacrifice.
Finally, the heiress pulled free, and waved at the house. As she left, Bates shot her a frustrated look and raked a hand through his hair.
“I think I have a plan.” London had a look in her eye that I wasn’t sure I liked.
“London…”
She pushed away from the railing and stalked down the stairs toward Bates.
I swallowed a growl. She was a big girl, and a trained agent.
But that didn’t mean I had to like it.
I pretended I wasn’t watching as she sauntered up to the man.
Fuck, she was beautiful. That long, lithe body, but with just enough intriguing curves in all the right places.
Brains and beauty, but with some bite. It was apparently a lethal combination for me.
I saw her act surprised to see Bates in the garden. They started talking.
My frown deepened. Bates was smiling, and London was smiling back at him. Something cut through my gut. Bates reached out and touched her hand.
The man definitely liked what he saw.
Muttering a curse, I stalked off the terrace. The partygoers were mostly staying inside, thankfully. I circled around some hedges, edging closer to London and Bates.
“You are so beautiful. Exquisite. Do you model?”
I rolled my eyes. His tone just oozed slime. Did women really fall for that?
“No, I don’t.” London’s tone was light. “What do you do? You must be some successful businessman to be at this party.”
“I’m known to wheel and deal.”
“Really? What kind of deals?”
“Oh, sweetheart, you wouldn’t understand. I dip my toe into many, many things that interest me.”
I edged around the hedge and stopped beside a gently burbling fountain. Bates was cupping London’s face with one hand. I felt a sharp spike of something I didn’t immediately recognize. Then I was vaguely horrified to realize it was jealousy.
“That all sounds so important.” London’s tone was breathy. “Does one of those things include laundering money for Platinum Holdings?”
Bates froze. “What?” His brows drew together. “Who are you?”
“Let’s just say my job often involves men like you in handcuffs.”
Bates stepped back. “I’m leaving—”
