Page 56 of A Devious Arrangement

“What are you up to?”

“I found the code for the case.” He smirks.

My heart kicks in my chest. “You’re not messing with me, are you?”

“I told you I have a present.”

“But how? Where?” I thought it would take at least another week. The idea that this can all be over by tomorrow…

“It’s in Matthias’s office.” He shrugs. “We just need to break in.”

“Why can’t you just ask him?”

“Ask him what exactly?” he murmurs, still too close. “Matthias, can I have the code to the case so I can steal a priceless tiara and give it to a member of the Russian family?”

I tip my head back, staring at the ceiling. “Okay, yeah, even to me, that sounds like a bad idea.”

He doesn’t make fun of me like I expect, just hands me a deep blue uniform.

“Put this on. We don’t have much time.”

“We’re going right now?” I need to mentally prepare myself for stuff like this.

“Do you have a better idea?”

I grab it and go to move around him to use one of the bathrooms. I can’t trust that he doesn’t have cameras anywhere else. I’m not actually sure I can trust that he doesn’t have them in there too, but I don’t have much choice at this point.

“No way, Princess. Right here.” It’s a low demand, and my pussy pulses in response. I may be in denial, but it remembers exactly how good it felt.

I’m frozen in place, helpless as he grazes my bare stomach underneath my sweater before pulling it over my head. My nipples peak under his white T-shirt. His touch shifts downward, and I suck in a breath as he slowly slides my pants down, dropping to his knees as he removes each leg at a time.

I fall forward, gripping his shoulder for support, and tell myself that my imbalance has nothing to do with the lust he’s stoking in me. His face is inches from my core. The only thing between them is the thin white fabric of his shirt.

My mind clouds over, rational reasoning vanishing in an instant when he smirks up at me. In this moment, I’ll give this man anything he wants so long as he touches me.

Bash chuckles at my growl of frustration as he helps me into a pair of navy blue work pants. “Be careful, Princess, or you’ll give yourself away.”

He stands, holding out the matching work shirt, and watches as I button it. The owner can’t be much bigger than I am, and it pains me to admit he did an excellent job.

Bash stills my hand with his, eyes narrowed like the shirt did something to personally insult him. “Never mind, I don’t like this.”

My head cants. There’s a muscle ticking in his jaw, but his ears are flushed red. “Are you jealous?”

“You’re wearing another man’s shirt. Of course I’m jealous.”

A laugh bursts out of my chest. “I don’t even know what to say to you right now.”

“Just put this on,” he says, not bothering to hide his displeasure, and hands me an ID.

Name: Larry Malcolm.

Position: Custodian

“You couldn’t have found a woman’s uniform?”

“You have no idea how much I had to pay for this. I’m pretty sure Larry can retire.” He fixes my collar, and his knuckles graze against my neck, sending an electric current down my spine and no doubt goose bumps across my skin.

“You keep looking at me like that, Princess. We’re never getting out of here.”

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