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“You—”
“Listen to me, Jac.” I’m shaking now because this is pure fire I’m playing with. “I’m not one of your girls you fuck with. I work for you, yes. But you keep your hands to yourself.”
“I can, but can you?”
I ignore him. “We never had a time limit on getting the necklace. My first attempt failed—”
“Just make sure the second one doesn’t. And MG?”
“What?”
“The you and me thing? The no fucking? I don’t accept your terms.”
“Then,” I say, “find another jewel thief.”
And then, I do something I’m almost positive never happens to Jac Miller. I hang up on him.
* * *
The next morning, the dread is as strong in me as the stiff muscles from rough, hard sex. It’s not that I’ve been living like a nun, waiting for these two jerkoffs to turn up to spin my life out of control, it’s that the men I sleep with are nice.
Maybe not nice people. They want the pretty girl, and they’re always malleable, they always have money. And they treat me well. They fuck me in a way that doesn’t float my secret fantasy boat.
They’re never rough, they never take, and they ask but never get my ass, not unless I really like them or their bank account.
And last night, I let both Jac and Hendrick fuck my ass.
I reveled in the roughness. The elegant, edged danger of Hendrick that I know has darker, harder, more primal edges. And the naked, no-holds barred violence of Jac. He takes a woman to an edge and then beyond.
Both experiences were bone melting.
And I don’t know how I ever let it happen.
Worse, I didn’t get the fucking jewels.
I’m the best of the best. I’m so good that the authorities have no idea who I am. They think I’m a man, and the clues are just the ones I place. They lead them in circles.
So how the fuck did last night happen?
I can’t even walk away. Even if I handed everything back, with interest, to Jac, he’d never let me walk without the necklace. And Hendrick… He saw me coming.
Maybe not me, but he knew Jac would try to get the necklace.
And he knew who I was from the moment I walked into the party.
I should have known. But I didn’t. He captivated something in me he shouldn’t have. And Jac…
I don’t even know what the hell that was.
A meeting of ugly base truths, probably.
But sex isn’t getting me out of this, and I’m not about to throw away my career, my reputation.
I want that necklace.
Fuck, it wouldn’t matter if I was close to making my billion and retiring, like one small job away, I’d still want this job, because I want the necklace.
The knock on the door doesn’t shock me, nor does the clinking of the key in the lock.
