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But I look at her, raise her chin. That fucking bruise. It grinds on me. “Are you flirting?”
She jerks away from my touch. “No.”
There’s longing in the depths of her voice.
She’s definitely flirting, Cat-style.
“Pity. I’d enjoy the makeover we can give the place.”
“You brought me here to do some interior decorating?”
I step up to her, closing the gap a little more. “Depends.”
“I’m not sure I’m open for business.”
A laugh escapes me. “I bet if I checked, you’d open right up, full of the heat and special go-getter attitude I like.”
“And you’d agree to whatever I wanted to do.”
“Your mouth, my cock, Cat.”
She sucks in a breath. “Hendrick, why am I here?”
“We’ve got things to do, scenes to set up.” I step back, squashing the flirt dead for now. “I don’t know much about make up, but I’ve been assured there’s everything you might need.”
“That case?” She eyes the big makeup case I set down near the elevator.
I nod. “Personally packed.”
“By you?”
“I’d trust me to pick out a lipstick but anything else? No.” I laugh. “A personal shopper did the hard work.”
“I’m not big on makeup unless needed. And that? It’s too much—”
“Donate what you don’t open. I need you to cover the bruise and look good.” What the fuck am I saying? “You always look good, Magdalena, but we need to hide the bruise.”
She crosses to the case and opens it. Then she rises and comes back to me. “I take it we’re going out?”
“Always said you were smart.”
Her eyes narrow. “Don’t patronize me. I’ve had a hell of a week. What I’d really like is to rest.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I tuck a strand of her silky blonde hair behind her ear and brush my lips against it. “You sure looked like you were off to rest when you climbed out that window.”
“You’re a stalker, Hendrick.”
A thrill passes through me at the throb of a note of need in her voice.
“I do my best, Cat.”
“Fuck, Hendrick, you need to stop…”
I step away because I’m hard and starting to really fucking ache. She has a magic about her. I’ve never in my life met a woman who can switch on even the most hidden of switches in me. Lili, perhaps is her only rival in that. But back then I didn’t have this many layers of protection up.
Magdalena slices through them all like they’re air.
“You’re probably right…” I find the package from the jeweler. “This is for your arm. You’ll see the slot for the tracker.”
