Page 131 of Cozen

Great.

Cozen had never needed to give up her body before for the sake of a heist. Somehow, she always found a way around it. Trickery, or whatever the case may be.

She wasn’t that thief.

She stayed true.

Jett didn’t look like he planned on giving her much of a choice.

And time was still running out.

The knock on Cozen’s apartment door sent her out of the meditational heaven she had finally just achieved. All it took was a knock to pull her out of it almost violently, really.

Shame.

Cozen knew what was going to be waiting on the other side of the door before she even opened it. The week had flown by fast—Friday settled closer and closer with every beat of her heart.

Tonight was the night.

Showtime.

Cozen pulled open the door, and was immediately bombarded with people. One carried a garment bag slung over their arm. Another carried two large silver cases—makeup, likely. Right behind the girl with the makeup came another woman wielding clear cases full of different hair products and tools. A man dressed in a sharp black suit came in second to last with velvet boxes piled in his arms. Jewelry, probably.

Jett’s people.

Here to spoil her.

Cozen put on a smile.

A mask, now.

She was anything but happy.

“I think you’re going to like this dress, Miss Taylor,” the girl holding the garment bag said.

The others started setting up on the small table and two chairs that Cozen had finally broken down and bought for the kitchen. She didn’t pay them any attention because for one, they weren’t speaking to her, either. And for two because they wouldn’t care to hear what she wanted for her hair and makeup. They were going to do whatever Jett had told them to do in order to get her ready for the party.

Cozen didn’t need to be told.

She knew.

“Will I like it?” Cozen asked. “I didn’t pick it.”

“Mr. Griffin assured me it is very much your style,” the woman said.

“You’ll like the dress,” a voice murmured behind her. “But that’s about all you will like, sweetheart.”

Cozen stiffened at his voice.

Heat flooded her veins.

Turning slightly, she found Sargon leaning in her doorway with his signature grin. Despite the playful note in his tone, and his sexy smile, she found discomfort and unhappiness staring back in his eyes.

She hated that was because of her.

Because of this.

Cozen glanced back at the woman. “Let me see it, then. The dress, I mean.”