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Sloane read between the lines. Perk was trying to let the woman know he was friends with her son, so back off.

“Right,” Mrs. Nelsin simpered. “He told me you’ve been…very appreciative of his new video game; passing it along to your friends.”

Bingo!Were they finally getting somewhere?

“Uh…”

Sloane heard Perk suck in a breath. Had the bitch touched him?

“Where is Jeremy, anyway?” His voice cracked, goddammit. Nelsin must have her slimy mitts on him.

“He’s in the basement, working on a project for me right now,” the woman revealed. “But I have something special I want to show you before you head down and join him.”

Sloane just bet she did.

“I’m interested to see how trustworthy you really are,” she continued. “For instance, if…somethingwereto occur between us, would you be able to keep it from my son?”

“Uh, Mrs. Nelsin?” Perk choked out. “What, exactly, are you talking about?”

Sloane chewed her lip until she felt pain. She knew Perk had to play the bitch’s game in order to have the woman trust him, but Sloane’s nerves were strung taut wondering just how far he’d have to go.

“I think you know,” Jennifer cooed. “You’re a very handsome young man, Thomas. And if I find out you can keep your mouth shut wherecertainthings are concerned, I might consider letting you in on a hush-hush deal I have going that will make you a lot of money.”

Balls for blood-money.

“Oh yeah?” Perk’s voice cracked. “What kind of…?”

Perk sucked in a sharp breath.

The cunt was touching him. Sloane knew it. Her feet itched to chew up the distance between here and the house, breakingin to tackle the horrid woman to the ground, but she somehow managed to restrain herself.

“You scratch my back, so to speak, and I’ll…suck your cock,” Mrs. Nelsin preened, laying it all on the table. “It’s that easy. You playmygame, and I’ll make you a millionaire before you’re twenty. I just don’t want my son finding out about…us.”

There was some pleasurable moaning from the woman that followed, and Sloane did a hot burn while talking herself down.It’s the job. It’s the job. It’s the job, she repeated. And it wasn’t as if Perk were enjoying whatever was going on. He hadn’t made a sound, and Sloane knew from personal experience that when Perk was engaged, he didn’t hold back—vocally—on his pleasure.

“See how nice I can be?” Jennifer hummed. “Now how about you head to my office and make yourself comfortable. I’ll go make sure that Jeremy is engaged downstairs with a project that will take him enough time for us to…complete our business. After I get him settled, I’ll go upstairs and put on something more…alluring,” she preened. “I’ll be gone no more than ten minutes, stud. Think about me while I’m gone.”

There was something that sounded like slurping in Perk’s comm-ear.

Gross.She’d had her tongue in his auditory canal.

“See you soon,” the woman simpered.

“Not much of me, if I can help it,” Perk muttered bitingly a few seconds later, clearly after Jennifer disappeared. “Heading toward her office now,” Perk said for the team’s benefit. “I have the thumb drive ready, and no time to waste. This will probably be my best opportunity, so I’m going to…advantage… If I…”

Perk’s voice completely cut out.

“Perk. Can you hear me?” Del barked. “Perk?”

Fuck.

They’d lost their connection.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Perk wanted the team to hear everything as it unfolded, and perhaps have them move in closer. They’d know exactly where he was in the house because he’d mentioned Jennifer’s office. They’d all, previously, been given architectural plans to study.

Perk kept up a steady stream of patter as he entered the woman’s inner sanctum.

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