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My phone rings again, and I ignore it as I pin my hair up.
Jac Miller’s a dangerous man to ignore, but I’m not about to be intimidated by the arrogant, gorgeous, SOB.
“You’re not gonna get that?” Harry asks.
“Nope.”
Sighing, she leans against my bathroom sink and watches as I apply makeup. She came over to my place tonight, wanting to go over the details of my plan for the gala one more time. And question my sanity.
“Are you an idiot, or just someone with a death wish?”
“This was your idea.” I slide in the last pin and tease tendrils free.
“Your panties got all moist over it.”
I apply lipstick, and then set down the tube of Vixen Red. “Leave my panties out of it.”
“Calm down.” Her words are light, but she doesn’t smile. “I just don’t know if ignoring Jac Miller is smart.”
“He likes intimidation. He thinks he’s the big man around town. And he loves to swing his dick. I’ve researched him, too.”
I spin for Harry in the slinky, shimmery backless black number I’m in. It’s floor length, a split up the side that only shows when I walk. It’s hot and sexy and guaranteed to have eyes on my tits, hips, legs and ass instead of my face. Men are, in their hearts, not overly complicated.”
“He’s powerful enough to mean his intimidation, Lena, and heisthe big man around town. One of them.” She holds her hands up. “Don’t know about the dick part, but I’ll take your word.”
“For the past two weeks, I’ve kept the calls I agreed on. Beyond that? I’ve no obligation to pick up his calls. He doesn’t respect weakness.”
“He—” She stops. “Nice bag.” Harry holds up my clutch.
I stick out my hand. “It’s structured for a hidden bottom, light, but looks like it’s got weight to it, and holds everything, including purloined gems, brilliantly. Give.”
She hands me my bag, and I put my tools into it. Lock picks and a small device to listen to the pins in a safe. I also have a slim penlight that shows prints up if the safe in question’s got a keypad.
Anything more complex and I’ll need to return to the scene at a later date.
“You want his respect?” Harry asks, returning to the Jac conversation.
“No. I just don’t like being intimidated.” And fuck him for trying.
There’s nothing worse than a hot man who knows how hot he is and doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything but himself.
That’s Jac Miller.
He uses people. Discards them.
Women are fuck toys for him and nothing more. He’s a man who indulges all his senses.
Not prowess in the bedroom. Womencannotstop talking about it. They line up to be thrown away by him.
But there’s something missing.
A heart. Maybe a soul. Possibly both.
He’s gorgeous and I don’t like him.
Then again, I don’t need to like him, I just need him to respect me enough to pay me, and understand he won’t ever see the Heart of Dark Desires until I get the money.
“Does he know you’re going to the gala tonight?” Harry asks.
