Page 44 of Wicked Little Lies

He puts the Rodin down. “You think it could hold power?”

“No.” I take another sip, pull out my phone to look at it. I’m debating calling Jac, but I’ve seen enough of him to last me the rest of the evening. The rest of forever, really. I’d also heard the rumors about the piercing, but… Well, I never expected to see it.

I never expected to see her get off with another guy.

It was hot.

Even if that guy was Jac.

Despite that.

“No, Damon, I don’t, but if we find out as much as possible then we’re closer to finding who’s behind it.” I pause. “And then we can take it to the rest of the Quinate.”

“You know what this means, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” It’s a sinking cold weight inside. “I’m going to have to play nice with fucking Jac Miller.”

I finish my drink and stand. And then I pull my jacket on.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s me, not we. Call Fiona, ask her out.”

“Fuck you,Sir.”

I give Damon a mild look.

“It’s my job to know what you’re up to.” He straightens his cufflinks.

I shake my head. “I’m going to feed a cat a saucer of cream, and when she purrs, I’m going in for the kill. If she knows something, I’m going to find the fuck out.”

Magdalena isn’t happy to see me.

I guess I don’t blame her since she just climbed down the outside of the building from the balcony.

If I hadn’t been outside, looking up as I placed the night delivery to my apartment on Millionaire’s Way, I wouldn’t have seen her. As it is, I don’t think I’ve ever been more fascinated watching someone work.

Because it is work. Unofficial, perhaps, but she’s a work of art, the sinuous way she moves, the graceful, almost gravity defying athleticism.

I see why she’s called cat, even though no one’s observed her doing this, I don’t think.

The cat moniker comes from her activities as a cat burglar, but this climb was so cat-like it’s insane.

When she landed on the ground in the shadows, moments ago, her gaze went straight to me.

Now she approaches, her displeasure more apparent every step.

“What do you want, Hendrick?” she huffs.

I lean against my car. The driver starts the engine as she approaches, and the vibrations run through me as he does so.

Beyond the car’s vibrations—a purr all its own—the air around us vibrates, thickens. And though she’s annoyed with me, she’s also turned on.

Magdalena’s a woman of complex contradictions.

“Not going to lie, Cat, that was beyond hot,” I say.

Her gaze shifts over me, lingering on my cock that’s already hardening in my fucking pants. Cat’s tongue touches her lips. “Hendrick—”

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