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“Let’s get one thing straight, Jac,” MG says, “I’m not a plaything for you. I’m not at your beck and call. We have calls set up, I keep them. Beyond that? If I don’t want to talk to you, I won’t.”
I know her real name. I know her address. Date of birth, police record or lack of one… On paper. Literally.
There’s a file on my desk at home with all that information, but I haven’t looked. I’m not interested in her beyond getting the job done. All I’ve read on MG Rossi or the Invisible Cat is about her skills. Beyond?
She’s a little too pale and plain for me. And me reading that shit about her history, knowing her name, well…it’s a waste of time. I’ll never think of her again once I have the Heart of Dark Desires in my hands.
No, that info’s there in case she tries to fuck me over.
And if she steals the necklace tonight… Heat rocks me at the thought, the perfection of it.
“How did you get an invite?” I ask as I look out and see Hendrick again.
A thought hits me, that maybe she’s working with him. He’s watching, that same look on his face…and he’s focused on her…
“I have my ways,” she coos.
“Hendrick?” I ask. “He’s interested in you.”
“I’m not an amateur. And the two of you should get a room or something. The way you eye each other.”
Hendrick moves off, Damon, his closest man, saying something to him, and they disappear into the foyer.
“He’s a bastard,” I say. “I’m sure you know the stories.”
“I’m sure I do.” She sighs, and as a waiter comes by with drinks, she takes a champagne and I take one of the bourbons. “Why’s she unhappy?”
“Who?” I ask.
“Your date.”
Oh, her. I look over and the lothario has a hand high up on her ribcage as he tries to cop a feel. The man’s a fucking idiot. I toy with the idea of taking him out one day soon, burying the pieces state by state until I hit California.
I really don’t give any fucks about Nora, but the man’s behavior is loathsome.
Mine too, I suppose, but the difference is I had permission, a verbal agreement to the debasement I handed out. He’s going for an unsolicited snatch and grab.
“She’s just…disappointed,” I say as I lean back against the wall and take a sip of the bourbon.
Small batch, beyond expensive, and I’m betting since there were only a few choices on the tray when the waiter came to us, Hendrick sent it.
“You’re saying the old Jac magic’s more fiction than fact,” she says.
Now I turn to her and go very still.
The woman I met at the trendy bar was pale, boring, a waste of time. Pretty enough in a plain washed-out way… This one is spectacular.
Her mouth’s red, the dress black and showing off a slender, toned figure, one I want to fucking touch. No wonder Hendrick’s interested.
This is the real MG. The confidence has a sultry edge and she’s taking in everything around her. She’s intriguing and hot and I want her under me. I want to fuck her hard so Hendrick sees.
I slide in close to her, and because I’m paying her millions, I place my hand on her stomach, and its flat, fluttery. She goes to move away but I follow.
Great thing about her fucking trying to get away from me is the high slit in her dress exposes her thigh, and I move in front of her, trailing my hand up that bare skin, pushing it up under the material.
Her skin is soft, warm, and buzzes under my touch. “I’ll give you your own personal ride to find out.”
“No thanks.” She slaps at my hand. I don’t move it. “You’re disgusting.”
