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“P-Please…m-make it stop.Stopstop.” She’s trying to get it out of her, but her hands are clumsy, and she can’t.
“Hold on.”
I manage to hold her down and turn it off, easing it from her body.
She lies there, sprawled, barely moving.
Finally, she says, “Come here.”
I do.
To my surprise, sweet Magdalena slaps me. Then she pulls me to her and kisses me. It’s the kind of wet, needy kiss that comes after an intense moment. It’s one that seeks, and I give back. I need it too, and soon we’re kissing like teenagers, rolling on the bed, unable to get enough of the other.
When she finally lifts her head, she says, “So, do you still want to talk?”
ELEVEN
MAGDALENA
Hendrick’s silent a long time.
I want to pretend I wasn’t going to sleep with him again, but I know that’s a lie. It’s not even that I knew I wanted to. I knew I would.
There’s something about him that’s inevitable.
Magnets.
He’s right there.
And if this was a different situation, if he wasn’t Quinate and the mortal enemy of the carnal, beautiful, sadistic Jac Miller, my client, this could be something spectacular.
More spectacular.
He’s just as beautiful, powerful, and deadly as Jac. Maybe just as sadistic.If I tell myself that enough, maybe it’ll sink in.
Hendrick takes my hand and kisses my fingers, those smoke-ringed eyes watching close. A small shudder of delight passes through me because right now, he’s mine.
“How long have you worked for Jac?”
“I don’t work for anyone,” I say. “I have clients.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
I wait for him to accuse me of stealing the fake necklace, but then again, from what I know of this man, he plays honesty like it’s a game of poker. He’s honest. But it’s how he’s honest that’s the tell, and right now, I don’t know how to read him like that.
I know he knows.
But his end game in this and what he hopes to achieve is beyond me. It would be easy to have the jewels hidden so far away, in one of those vaults that I can’t get into. Or have it in the world’s most secure facility in Sweden.
Instead, there’s a flaunt to the fakes. Or, if he doesn’t know they’re fake, to him putting them somewhere so easily accessible a thief with a fourth of my talent would have got in.
That’s if they got by his security.
But security is always fair game. It’s where things are hidden that’s the game changer.
I have zero idea what he hopes to gain by being blatant enough that they’re in Delacroix.
Which brings me to Jac.
