Page 141 of Cozen

“Jett?” Cozen asked.

He was watching her, but not there. Seeing her, but not really. Hearing her, but only barely.

Quaaludes were bad that way.

“Jett,” Cozen whispered, “the Astors wanted to say hi, and I’m the one they sent to deliver their message.”

He closed his eyes, then.

Time to get to work.

Cozen roamed through the top floor of the wing entirely unconcerned that she was being watched, or that she might unintentionally run into someone. Jett had made it quite clear to his men before they went upstairs that he was not to be interrupted, and the guests were not to leave the downstairs wing.

She was in the homestretch.

Almost scot-free.

Cozen went about halfway down the staircase—never going far enough to be seen—and listened. She could plainly hear the party was still in full swing. She doubted the guests would start to disperse until well into the early morning hours.

Their noise relaxed her further.

Spinning on her heel, Cozen headed back up the stairs. She kept a tight hold on the glass of whiskey that she had taken from Jett’s room. She couldn’t afford for her little trick to be found out in the morning, so she opted to take what was left with her and discard it later.

She flipped open her clutch as she came closer to the room she knew was Jett’s office. Just one door down from his bedroom. She had left him right where he fell on the bed—his eyes closed, and breathing steady.

Sleep would keep him warm.

At least until the morning.

Cozen slammed the door to the office as she pulled out her phone from the clutch. She didn’t even bother to turn on the light as a dimly lit lamp on the large desk gave her enough to work with. Her gaze was glued on the screen of the phone as she started it up, and moved around the desk.

Sargon’s words rang heavily in her mind. She hadn’t forgotten what he told her—a safe behind the desk, and a ruby ring inside meant for her.

Of course, Jett might have meant the ring to be hers. It wouldn’t be hers at all. It would never belong to her.

Cozen reached for the painting, and pulled it outward only to find … the safe behind it was open. Panic swelled in her heart as she shined the phone inside to look around, and found nothing of any importance.

Sure, there was money.

Jewelry.

Papers.

But not the ring she needed!

Had he taken—

“Looking for this, Zen?”

Cozen’s heart leaped into her throat as she spun on her heel. She’d completely overlooked him sitting there on the leather couch next to the far wall. Sargon peered up at her from his spot, and a deep, sexy grin overtook his features. His roughened expression softened a bit at his smile, and yet her thighs still clenched just like her pussy at the sight.

This man was dangerous for her.

Addictive.

Problematic all the way.

In his hand, he held out a ruby ring. It glinted under the dim lamp, and he spun it a bit to show off all the angles.