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“Not much. Just for me get on with it.”
He starts to pull away, but I grip him. “Jac, we have to play the long game.”
“Fuck that.”
“For me. We’re here for a reason. Focus. For me.”
He curses but nods. “Fine. Let’s go.”
We make rounds, his hands never far from skating into inappropriate. He doesn’t let me stray far at first, and I let him lead us.
It’s not until we’re talking to some of the most boring people that I realize what he’s doing.
Jac Miller memorized key parts of the blueprints.
He’s turning out to be a man of constant surprises that I think I’m totally here for. Hot, insane, deadly, and clever.
Both of them are smart, and I know Hendrick’s clever, but I’m seeing another side of Jac. One that’s nuanced—apart from his protective, murderous outburst—and not always in need of act first think later bombastic bullshit he likes to pull.
I know that’s part of his core.
Jac, shockingly, has layers, and it makes things flutter inside me.
Just like the layers of Hendrick do.
We’ve crossed from the library, which has a back staircase that leads to the upper floors of the mansion, a leftover from the days of dedicated servants. On paper—computer screen—it didn’t look like much of an option, but considering most people aren’t interested in coming into the room and the small powder room that’s next to it, the staircase offers a way to quietly and sneakily reach the upper levels.
I’m hoping I don’t need to because a lack of security hovering down here means there’s likely to be security at the exit points upstairs.
I don’t think it’s because they’re that paranoid, but to help guide any one lost back down. Or anyone a little too curious.
The main staircase has two security men in black suits, dressed to almost blend in, but there’s also an air of hired-help about them that makes most people give them a look over.
Right now, we’re near the study, and although there’s another door, there’s no way to it due to large potted plants cutting that exit off.
Shit is the word I’m looking for. Still, I haven’t seen the mayor up close yet. There are more private rooms for entertaining upstairs, and I’m hoping those will open up once the main part of the fundraiser ends.
The mix of people are famous and unknown, staid bankers, movie stars, politicians, pillars of community and the Quinate, and various criminals that I vaguely recognize. If I see an old client or two, it’s never, ever acknowledged.
Most of the people don’t know who I am, and I like it like that.
Jac’s hand slides down under the edge of my dress to cup my ass cheek. “You’re looking all hot and bothered, MG. Want me to cool you off, by heating you all the way up and making you scream my name, or are you already there, stripping the place of assets in your head?”
I look up at him, my stomach roller-coastering off a ravine. Because, oh, fuck, the way he says it is full of heat, dark with thrill, and it’s got that vibration of understanding. He gets that need in me, the need to steal, even if it’s in my head and he likes it.
And with a jolt, I realize why. We’re the same, him and I. For him, it’s the crime, the violence, and for me, it’s the art of the job.
Something whispers in my veins that Hendrick understands it, too. The piece on my thigh where I can hide jewels tells me that.
The revelation makes me instantly wet. So wet, a bead of my juices starts a slow slide down my upper thigh.
I need to get my head out of this kink fest. I can’t drop the ball.
“There’s the mayor.” I start to make a beeline to her when he takes my arm. If he notices my wince, Jac doesn’t comment.
“MG…”
“She’s wearing that necklace I’m after. Let’s get it.”
