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When I’m confident it is, I go along with her plan.

Win / win / win.

As far as Camille and Jamie know.

Because I lied before. There is wireless internet here. And I already sent everything on that laptop to myself, replaced it with dummy files, and encrypted them so it will take whoever finds it days to figure it out.

I have everything I need. Including the one thing that will sway Jamie.

The ability to keep her identity a secret.

And the ability to protect Elena too.

After Camille and I work out a plan, I slip into the bedroom.

Jamie is lounging on the bed in one of the sundresses I bought her. Breezy white linen with thin straps and a flowing skirt.

With her eyes on the notebook in her lap, and her hand curled around a pen, she’s the image of carefree relaxation.

She even looks up at me like I just got home from a long run.

I need her to think she’s in charge. “Should we try honesty this time?” I make my voice the wry tone I use when she plays with me.

She smiles in that Jamie way of hers. Oh, baby, I love this side of you. I love this game. I don’t even care if I win, as long as I get to play. “Will you believe anything I say besides, ‘you look hot as fuck in James Bond mode’?”

My lips curl into a smile. My heart thuds against my chest. “And this?” I motion to her thighs as she crosses and uncrosses her legs, pulling the hem of her dress higher and higher. “You, in, I’m waiting to distract you with my body mode?”

“This?” She pulls her dress a little higher, so I can see the full extent of her snake tattoo. A serpent curled around a thorny rose. All black line art. All Jamie. “You know, when I get lonely, I trace it the way you did. It hurts. It’s the only thing that does, besides the thought of losing Elena.” She places her hand on her chest, over her heart. “Makes me believe I have something here.”

My eyes go to her thigh. I give her the reaction she wants. Lust I can’t control.

She wants me to engage for long enough for Camille to escape.

I need to make her work for it.

“I know what you’re doing,” I say in a tone that’s half I want you so badly it kills me and half I’ll resist anything. “It won’t work.”

“What am I doing?” she asks in a teasing tone, as she pulls her skirt a little higher.

I raise a brow really?

She nods back absolutely. “Is this where you tell me you won’t fuck me again?” Jamie spreads her legs a little wider. Just enough I can tell she’s not wearing anything under her dress.

Damn, she looks good.

It’s tempting.

I cross the room to the bed. I sit on the bed, between her legs, but a few feet away. “This is where I tell you I won’t let you kill her.” I wrap my hands around her ankles gently.

She gasps as I pull her towards me.

She falls onto her back, spreads her legs, wraps them around my waist. “Baby, I can only take so much teasing.”

“If you want me to stop, say the word.” I slip my hand up her thigh, one soft, sweet inch at a time.

She looks up at me, curiosity in her eyes. She doesn’t know what I’m doing or why. She doesn’t know how to play this.

Then she blinks, and she’s the confident, in-control woman I know.