Page 29 of Tempting Little Thief

Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.

Ready or not, Rich Girl, here I come …

Chapter 6

Rocklin

Sai bypasses the first-level parking garage, now completely empty, and as we near the outer edge, rolling over the track grips, the back wall slides left, and we enter the underground lot.

Standing just outside the double door is a fresh wave of shiny brown hair … and a perfectly placed bow tie.

As Delta and I step out, the girl stands taller, stretching both her arms out in front of her, a black suit jacket hanging from her fingertips.

“And the glass?”

“Mixed in with the dozens of others, likely already being polished and restocked.” Valley, one of our Greyson Society hopefuls, stands tall but chews her lip anxiously, her shoulders relaxing when I give a slow nod.

Delta sighs like a proud mother and folds the coat over her arm right as her men, Ander and Alto, appear. Delta and her boys head inside, and I follow on her tail, but just before I enter, I pause, turning back to our newest recruit.

“Back left pocket.”

Her brows furrow and I lift one of mine.

She jerks, catching on, and hastily reaches into her back pocket, her eyes widening when she pulls out the glittered key card, her personal ticket to The Devine lounge here at The Enterprise. She looks from it to me, a smile taking over her features.

“You earned it. Keep doing so.”

She understands what everyone afforded the opportunity to join us does—there is no cementing of status for prospects. We give when earned, we take when taken advantage of. What kind of power would our coveted coed crew hold if we didn’t?

Valley nods, and I push the door open, waving a hand to allow her to step in before me.

She squeals, stomping her feet a little, and I can’t help the low laugh that escapes, but before she passes me, she pauses. “I don’t want to walk in front of you.”

My lips curve the slightest bit, and I link my arm with hers, leading us into the building side by side.

Valley’s eyes widen, her lips parting and hiking up high. “This is … wow.”

“It’s only the back.” Bronx appears on our left, her curled hair now a tattered mess at her back. She winks, snagging Valley’s wrist. Who the hell knows how she arrived as quickly as we did. “Come on, girl. Let’s get you out of that penguin suit and into something silky. The Greyson changing room is orgasmic.”

Valley follows after her, eager to slip into something more her flavor, and I grin, heading toward our private quarters to do the same.

“Meet us in The Devine lounge in thirty!” Bronx shouts, the two disappearing around the corner.

The Devine lounge is the golden ticket. It’s much like the Greyson suite, only less than as far as regalness goes, and open toallGreysons, hopefuls we’re testing and those who’ve earned the golden pin alike. It’s something for them to look forward to, to work toward, because, yes, sometimes the only things that matter to spoiled rich kids are shiny things and private parties their peers aren’t privy to or allowed to attend.

To attend Greyson Academy is tojointhe elite, but to be a true Greyson is tobeelite.

My lips curve and I feel lighter on my feet, a familiar zing tickling along my spine. It’s always a good night when one of our girls takes a step forward, and a scheme is put in motion with ease.

Ready to get into something far more formidable, I follow the long hallway around, coming up to the edge of the private entry, but before I reach the double doors of the Greyson suite, the second one to the right captures my attention. The light along the frame is glowing a soft blue, an indicator to all who come across there is someone inside.

There are only two people who can enter that room, outside of myself, of course, and they both share the name curved along the center of the door.Mylast name.

It’s my family’s personal suite, and it’s occupied.

My father is away on business, so there is onlyoneperson it could be, and she’s got a lot of fucking nerve.

Heat explodes behind my rib cage, and I storm forward, my hand flying out to slap over the scanner, but just before it can flatten onto the small lit security square, fingers wrap around my wrist. I see the shadow coming, though, and spin in time to slip beneath their extended arm, swiftly winding behind their back, my hands positioned so my lower left palm is pressed at the tip of their chin, my right against the back of their head.

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