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It consumes me.
I storm up to him. “Did you fuck her?”
He frowns. “Who?”
Pulling out the phone, I show him the girl.
Irritation crosses his face. “Am I Jac now? What do you fucking think?”
I lick my lips. “That she’s stunning and naked on your lap.”
“Jesus. No. I didn’t. She’s twenty? I paid her, put her up in a suite, and got her to help me find information. That’s it. There’s only one tight, wet pussy I want to invade, Cat, and it isn’t hers.”
“Is that meant to make me feel better?”
“I’m not the one fucking someone else, Cat. You are.” He says this without rancor, with an ancient tiredness that breaks something in me. He looks at something on the computer and then crosses to a filing cabinet and pulls a file of photos.
“Why are you here?” I ask.
He riffles through another drawer, pulls another file and rests them on the top of the cabinet. “I didn’t follow you, but I knew the moment you stepped in.”
“Magnets?”
“We’re magnets, Cat, yeah, but I was sure you knew I know Lacey Photography. All the Quinate do. It’s both legit and a front, and they make their money holding the secrets of the Quinate.”
I glance over my shoulder and find another door. This one metal and heavily bolted. Interesting.
Every tool in my bag couldn’t break through that monster. Maybe dynamite, but… “That door back there?”
“You’re not going in. It takes the five of us to get in there. We have to be present. But…since they have photos of all Quinate events here, too, I thought I might find something…to link the pieces, to even find who’s behind your kidnapping. Those fuckers are going to die, Cat. I promise you that. Jac agreed with me on that.”
A shiver of delight ripples through me. There’s a part of me that’s just Hendrick’s. And a small part that’s just Jac’s. Right now. I’m the magnet drawn to his. To him.
I want nothing more to touch him. I need him in my mouth. I need him to throw me on that table in the middle of this room and fuck me hard and rough…
“Well, I came here to see what I could find of the jewels,” I say through my heated thoughts.
“That ring? I know I’ve seen it. I just wish I knew where.”
I nod and start on the nearest cabinet. I’m just looking. We discuss the age of the ring, or what I think it is, and he points me to stuff from the twenties and up. Some of them are specific event dedicated cabinets, he tells me.
I hate it. The not being with him part, not the researching and hunting part. The distance. So, when I’ve had enough of the mundane, I go up to him. “It means something that I was jealous, you know. That’s not me.”
His arm slides about me, and it’s like coming home. “I know. I fucking like it, and I hate it. There’s the ego boost of it and then there’s the fact it hurts you.” He kisses me.
It’s long, slow, not romantic but soft edged erotic, one of seduction and slow-moving clocks. I’m boneless when we part. I take the file that’s in his hand and go to the table, intending to look at it while holding on to something that doesn’t turn me to mush.
My gaze hits the photos he was looking at, and I turn into ice.
A drawer rattles. “I’m tired. I should have called, I know. But, fuck, I’ve been chasing small leads all over. Clandestine meetings with people I had to drag out of the dark. There were illegal gambling games and the kind of fucking games I can’t stand, all to try and piece this shit together.”
Another drawer and the slap of paper. “I just keep fucking coming back to a little knowledge is fucking dangerous, Cat. Whoever it is that took you either doesn’t get the laws and bylaws of the Quinate. We’re not letting anyone in. No matter how rich or powerful. But if they have a grudge or think they can then it can be dangerous to you, to Harry, and…”
Hendrick goes quiet.
He comes up to me and puts his hand on the top photo.
“Cat?”
