Page 139 of Cozen

She didn’t feel badly.

This was who she was.

This was what Cozen did.

Without warning, Jett was pushing away from her. He straightened to his full height at the foot of the bed while she propped herself up on her elbows. His change in pace gave her a chance to look around, and think.

Knocking him out with something would do the trick. She only needed him down for just long enough to do her business, and get the hell out of there.

Her gaze scanned the room for something to—

Jett pointed at the bathroom nearest to them with the door wide open, the light turned on. “You have some things waiting for you in there—a gift, or two. I wanted you to be comfortable tonight. And every night with me, Cozen. Always.”

She smiled.

“I’m comfortable with you.”

But five minutes away from him would give her more of a time to plan, so she took that offer faster than he could remove it from her.

“But I would love to see what you got me,” she said.

Jett flashed her a grin. “I’ll give you a few minutes, then.”

She disappeared into her bathroom just as he moved into his across the room. She was quick to close the door behind her, and lock it, too.

Just in case.

Cozen overlooked the items clearly set out for her. A white gift box with a red ribbon. New toiletries to say he absolutely intended for her to stay the entire night, and have things to freshen up with in the morning.

No, instead she looked for something to use. Something to make sure Jett would be down for the count while she finished this goddamn job. She didn’t want to actually kill Jett—her job wasn’t to end his life, and she rarely took on that responsibility during a heist, anyway.

Quickly, Cozen realized there was nothing for her to use in the bathroom. She cussed a blue streak under her breath, and sat her ass down on the edge of the marble bathtub. The gift box on the counter taunted her.

What was inside?

Likely nothing she wanted.

Still, she reached for it. Pulling it from the counter, something else underneath the box fell with it. She opened the top of the gift at the same time she reached for the folded up piece of paper on the floor.

Black lace—racy and sexy—rested inside the box. A note, and a baggie of powder, rested inside the paper.

Cozen dropped the box to the floor, uncaring about the lingerie Jett clearly wanted her to wear. She was much more interested in the note and drug she was holding.

Crushed Quaaludes. In case you need an out. – Sargon

Cozen held tight to that bagged, and crumped the note in her other fist. He was her saving grace, and Sargon couldn’t even possibly know it.

Or maybe he did.

She didn’t have time to think about it.

Cozen just needed to act. Quickly, she stripped down out of the wine-red dress, and let it fall to a forgotten heap on the floor. She removed the red lace bra and panty set to replace it with the black set inside the box on the floor.

The lace hid nothing. It barely covered her breasts, and her ass was fully on display in the thong.

It didn’t matter.

Not now.