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The desk makes my knees tremble, and my pussy clench.
It’s an Aldon.
Gorgeous, in the Aldon over-the-top way. And it’s in amazing condition. The worth of this thing is up there.
And fucking Hendrick uses it like it’s any old thing.
There’s a computer, a coffee cup, a bottle of Yamazaki 55 and a glass, too. I know he usually drinks Hibiki, but I also know the Yamazaki 55 is worth a fortune. And I do mean fortune. He’s…he’s just…drinking it.
There are four zeroes after whatever number from four to nine came first on the price tag.
It’s fucking hot that he’s drinking it.
“Focus…”
I turn. Stop. I expected a search for the safe. It’s there, in the wall, uncovered. It’s an old-fashioned dial safe, not a keypad, so I set up in seconds. It takes almost no time to hit the sequence, and it’s almost orgasmic, the sound of the last pin sliding into place.
I open the door.
There it is—what I’m looking for. Past the ring and earrings that I know are Agnossio heirlooms. It’s a plain box that, once opened, glints and gleams with the Heart of Dark Desires.
“Sorry.” I pull out a black cloth from the hidden compartment, wrapping the jewels and dumping them inside. Then I slide them into the bag and zip it. I close and lock the safe.
With a breath, I stand, step out from the desk, and from the other side, I go to turn off the lamp when I hear a creak behind me.
Every nerve ending goes on high alert. A ripple of longing rides every single one.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Hendrick asks.
I give a little scream, pretending to be scared. It’s easy because my heart’s hammering. I whirl to face him. “I was looking for a bathroom. The two downstairs were occupied.”
“And it couldn’t wait?”
“N-No. It’s a big place, bathrooms are usually gonna be on every floor.” I offer a fluttery laugh as he closes the door and leans against it.
His eyes are on me, and they’re implacable. “So you came into my study.”
“The first door I found open. I used the ensuite.” And thank fuck for blueprints because I nod in the right direction. The other door is a closet or a place he keeps files. It’s just marked as part of this room.
“And how do I know you’re not here to rob me blind?”
It’s a moment of truth, and setting the bag on the desk, I step up and turn, holding out my hands. “Nowhere to hide anything.”
He just nods and crosses to me, picking up my bag and weighing it. “Heavy.”
“I know. The beads on that are glass. It looks good, but it’s a pain.”
“You don’t mind?” Hendrick doesn’t wait for an answer, he opens the top of the small round, structured clutch, and digs around, but to his eyes, it’s a lipstick, two compacts, a phone and a small, jeweled penlight that looks like a mascara case.
His gaze meets mine, and now those smoky eyes smolder, and I start to ache.
“Maybe I need to look elsewhere,” he says.
“For what?”
“Whatever it is you stole.” He puts the bag down and comes up to me. “Maybe it’s on you.”
Oh, fuck, it’s hard to breathe, and he hasn’t touched me.
