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The image of her confident smirk flashes through my mind. "She's smarter than she lets on. Thomas probably doesn't even realize what he's got living under his roof."

"Just remember she's a means to an end, Dom. Don't get soft."

"I don't get soft." But even as I say it, I'm checking my burner phone, making sure it's charged for when she texts about the camera placement.

"Right." Isaac's tone suggests he doesn't believe me. "Just get what we need and cut her loose. Last thing we need is complications."

I hang up without responding. He's right - this is just business. But as I start my truck, I can't shake the nagging worry that she'll get caught. Thomas isn't known for his gentle nature, and the thought of him laying hands on her makes my knuckles white against the steering wheel.

This job needs to go smooth. For everyone's sake.

Chapter 12

Tatum

I adjustthe straps of the red lace number in my reflection, smoothing down the silk robe I'm wearing that hugs every curve I have. Surely Thomas won't be able to resist this – men are so damn predictable. The tiny camera device sits innocently in my hand, no bigger than a button.

"Time to put on a show," I mutter, practicing my most alluring smile. It feels foreign after years of fake ones.

My bare feet pad against the hardwood as I make my way to his office, the sound echoing through our too-quiet house. I've timed this perfectly – he always takes a break around 2 PM to check the markets.

"Hey, stranger," I purr, leaning against the doorframe.

He barely glances up, seemingly buried in paperwork. "What do you want, Tatum? I'm busy."

Ignoring his tone, I saunter over to the bookshelves, running my fingers along the spines of old volumes. "I thought we could... reconnect." I let the robe slip off one shoulder.

He sighs, eyes glued to his papers. "Not now. Maybe later."

I keep my voice light and teasing. "You always say that." My hand brushes against one of the books where Dominic instructed me to place the camera.

"Because I'm always busy," he snaps, finally looking at me with irritation rather than interest.

"Too busy for this?" I ask, letting the robe fall completely, revealing the lingerie underneath. His eyes flicker over me for a split second before returning to his desk.

"Yes, actually," he says curtly. "And put some clothes on; it's distracting."

Distracting? That's rich coming from a man who barely notices me unless there's an audience. I suppress a scoff and continue my act, slowly walking towards his desk, each step deliberate.

"Come on baby, I miss us," I lie through my teeth, leaning over his desk just enough to give him a view down my cleavage.

He grunts in response, scribbling something down. "We’re fine. Just... go find something else to do."

"But there's only one thing I want to do…"

I take a deep breath, sinking to my knees in front of his desk. The plush carpet tickles my legs as I slide under, positioning myself between his thighs. Thomas doesn't look up, still engrossed in whatever mindless drivel he's working on.

"You're impossible, you know that?" I mutter, my hands already working on his belt. "Always playing so hard to get."

"What are you doing Tatum?" he asks, finally glancing down at me. His eyes widen slightly but he doesn't protest.

"Just helping you loosen up a bit," I say, my voice dripping with faux sweetness.

He leans back in his chair, a smug smile spreading across his face. "I see. It's about time you did something useful."

Biting back the retort that rises to my lips, I focus on the task at hand.

I maneuver his pants and boxers down to his ankles, the cool air hitting his skin making him flinch slightly. A shame he canonly last like ten minutes because he does have a decent sized dick. Typical of Thomas though – all show, no substance.

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