Page 49 of Cozen

Sargon took one more step backward. Just enough to grab hold of the door, and slam it shut.

Cozen was not a stupid woman, and she was not the type to take risks that may land her in a heap of shit. Especially not when she was on a damn job. Yet, when Sargon slammed the apartment door and took a step closer to her, her heart thundered so hard, she could feel it throughout her entire body.

Not with fear, no.

With anticipation.

The what ifs, and all her traitorous desires.

See, she wasn’t stupid—she felt his eyes on her from the moment he placed her in the back of the town car, and his gaze didn’t leave all night. Not at the restaurant, and not when she was hanging off Jett’s arm to charm the older man with every talent she had.

How did she know that?

Because she had been looking at Sargon, too. Whenever he thought she wasn’t looking, Cozen saw him. He was too beautiful of a man not to look at, honestly. And one look was not nearly enough to satisfy her. He was not very good at being subtle, she had found, and the way he watched her was a palpable feeling.

Like something soft caressing her skin from afar. Silk roving over her body, wrapping skin-tight around her, and taking every inch of her in. She would have to be stupid not to notice, and she definitely was not that.

She wasn’t risky on a job, either. She loved a thrill—her entire life was one thrill after another. She was paid to steal things from people, after all. She lived to do dangerous things that other people feared.

Still, Cozen never put her foot too deep into something if she didn’t think she could pull it back out afterward. She worried that Sargon might be exactly that kind of problem for her. Something she was not in control of when a successful job demanded she have control of everything around her.

And yet …

Here she still was.

Watching him come closer.

“Tell me something about you,” Sargon said.

“What kind of thing?”

“Something.”

“Anything?”

“A truthful thing.”

“Anything?” she countered again.

Sargon’s dark eyes traveled down the length of her body, and he wasn’t the least bit ashamed to be doing so. His pupils widened—a sure sign that he liked what he saw standing there waiting for him. That silky sensation washed over Cozen’s nerves again.

How he did that, she couldn’t begin to understand. She wanted more of it, though.

So much more.

“Something he doesn’t know,” Sargon returned, looking back up at her once more. “Tell me something he doesn’t know.”

Dangerous territory.

The warning bells rang in her head.

Cozen ignored them.

“I’ll do just about anything to get what I want, but I won’t sleep with him for it,” she said, letting the words slip past her barely moving lips. Maybe then, she could pretend like she hadn’t actually said them at all. “Your turn.”

“This isn’t a tit for tat.”

Cozen pouted.