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As long as they don’t look at me with suspicion.
“Should we get someone else in?” Jac asks.
Hendrick’s eyes are cool, unwavering.
“It’s up to you,” I say, trying to keep all my responses under lock and key. MG Rossi at the fucking helm here. But they both know me. A little too well. So I need to be careful. “Harriet’s one of the best. And I know her, which is why I brought her, but if you need to call in someone else to evaluate, do it.”
Hendrick’s the one to watch here. He’s not hotheaded. He can lock down emotions, too. Like I can. Jac’s easier in this situation. He’s a wildcard, but one who’s all emotion right now. He doesn’t want to let go of the necklace, and if Hendrick has it, they can still have their prolonged cold war over it.
If it goes to the museum, it won’t happen overnight.
As I said. I don’t care what they do. As long as they don’t get it evaluated again.
Because good as Harry is at making fakes look real, she had almost no time.
The fact they stood up to scrutiny in here is telling of her work. It helped Jac held the real ones and when the fakes were wrapped up, Hendrick didn’t look.
“I’ll think about it,” Hendrick muses.
I need to get out of here.
“Now that’s settled,” I say and rub my hands together, itching to leave, “I’d prefer it if I got paid.”
“You didn’t do your job, MG.” Jac glares. “And fucking me in the limo isn’t your job.”
I make myself look at Hendrick. His face is cold, etched from stone. And though not one drop of emotion shows, I know he’s angry. I’m sure he knows Jac arrived in a limo yesterday.
“Hendrick.” Jac turns to face his enemy. “If you put that necklace in the museum, MG’ll steal the fucking thing.”
“By all means,” I say, spreading my hands, “do that. I’ll give it to the one who pays me the most.”
“Bullshit,” Jac says, “she’ll keep it.”
“I’m not starting a bidding war.” Hendrick steps up, eyeing me. “What’s your game here, Cat? I know you have one.”
I raise my chin and look at him. “I don’t. I just want this to be done, so I don’t have to worry about the Quinate killing me.”
“Fuck this all.” Jac is in my face. “I don’t trust her. What if she has the necklace?”
“I had it put away. Damon checked before it got itself all locked up again.” He makes no move to stop Jac when he puts his hands on me. “It’s going to be moved from here. And no, I’m not telling either of you where. Or when.”
“She might have it.” Jac starts to frisk me, and his hands are everywhere. I’m wearing a dress, it’s black with a lace overlay, and he slides a hand up between my thighs to stroke against my pussy. I bite my lip to stop a moan. “Number one, she’s definitely creamed herself. Number two, no panties.”
“Jac, leave her alone.” The warning note in Hendrick’s voice is clear. “She doesn’t have a stolen necklace in her cunt.”
With a shrug, he pulls his hand free and shoves it down my top, exposing me as he does so.
And there’s a flash of heat in Hendrick’s eyes, and this time I do moan. I can’t help it. This is as close as I’m going to get to my two Quinate, one cat burglar fantasy.
“Or there, Jac,” Hendrick says, the scratch of his voice more pronounced, and he adjusts himself. Jac just pushes against me. “Let her go. She wore the dress because it’s hard to hide something like the Heart of Dark Desires in it. Didn’t you?”
“Yes.” I pull free of Jac and fix my clothes.
Hendrick nods to my bag. “But check that. She’ll have a hidden compartment or fake bottom.”
“Good idea.” Jac grabs it and turns it over. Lock picking tools, lipstick, tissues, my phone, a book and various things tumble out.
This bag doesn’t have a secret compartment. There’s a zipped area, but that’s standard. Jac acts like he’s never really been in a handbag before and finds it triumphantly. All that’s in there is gum, a couple of business cards from bars, a protein bar, and some artisanal dark chocolate.
