Jewel Heist. JJ Keller

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СКАЧАТЬ agitating the beast below. He grabbed her hand and flipped the room key around, placing the large writing in front of her eyes. “Mary Keefe, Stateroom Ninety-six, Deck Eight.”

      “Damn, flaky greeter told me Ninety-eight.”

      He released the card and she lowered her hand to rest on his side.

      John had considered the assignment a cake walk. The girl had arrived, to a semi-confined area. He’d secure proof of obvious fraudulent insurance practice and possibly gain information regarding the location of the diamonds, all the while protecting her–if needed. Mentally reviewing the data file he’d collected before he’d started his on-site investigation, he now understood. Mary Keefe was gorgeous, charismatic, and innocent-looking. All the characteristics, making her appear not guilty of grand theft.

      A fascinating and beautiful red glow crept from her neck onto her cheeks, giving her a hot, desirable appearance. His arousal stiffened making his trousers seem much too snug.

      Lips pressed tightly, she said, “If you move, I’ll go to my room.”

      “Your purse chain is stuck to my shirt.” He lifted the edge of his dark blue polo. “John, by the way. John Wang.”

      “Oh, sorry. I’m Mary Keefe from Keefe, South Carolina.” She slipped her arm from the purse and sat up and away from him. Her dark green pants matched the little vest-type blouse she wore. The top didn’t have sleeves and her arms were muscular, very sexy. His gaze was drawn to the valley between her breasts. The satin material slipped lower to the point where a mound slid into touch range. His cock pulsed.

      Delicate work was needed to get the purse chain off his shirt without tearing the material, and John knew she had the skill.

      John tugged the bag close and pulled the shirt around. When he shifted on the sofa, the chain jangled, adding background noise to the people walking in the hallway. The entrance door was propped open by her luggage, with the wheels in the corridor. “Maybe you should move your bag inside, so people won’t trip.”

      Mary glanced at the exit. Traffic had increased since the ship had leveled out. Her long, slender legs untangled from the lotus position. She hurried forward. A quick jerk to her bright red luggage and the clack of the handle sounded. As she crossed the threshold, the door whooshed and snapped shut.

      Her short slacks were huggers with no visible panty outline. His head whirled with the fantasy possibilities her beauty created. He’d worked a tiny hole in his shirt, making the ring more attached than before.

      “Let me help.” She sat on the sofa, legs crossed Indian style. The moment she leaned forward and took the purse and his shirt in hand, John’s throat dried to the point he couldn’t swallow.

      Mary, focused on the task, apparently did not notice his discomfort. He tried to look at everything, think about anything except whether she had any undergarments on at all and how he’d fit nice and snug inside her. Didn’t work.

      He studied her, not that he needed to. He’d memorized every aspect of her life and every feature of her face. Her soft, nearly perfect body had been a welcome surprise.

      “There you go. It’s left a small hole, but that can be stitched.” She threw the bag over her shoulder. “How about after I unpack, we go get a drink?”

      He wasn’t surprised by her invitation. They were on a cruise designed for hook-ups. “Sure.”

      She rose, smiled enough to show straight bleached teeth, and grabbed her baggage. “I’ll see you in about thirty minutes?”

      “Okay. I’ll come to your place this time.” He smiled. Not going into the field very often made him happy. He was a tech guy and former police detective. He’d done his time on the street. However, his knowledge of gems made him lead investigator for his case. If not for the ice, John Kajiyama, aka John Wang, would be sitting at a desk at Atlantic Coast Investigations in Florida right now. Instead, here he was, salivating over a stunning possible criminal.

      He rose and followed her like a panting dog, waiting as she maneuvered the key card into the lock next door and flung the entrance open.

      “See you in a few, John,” she said and slipped into the room. Her shiny taut calves highlighted by the sleek black heels disappeared from sight.

      His cock pressed against his jockeys. Any more stimulation and he’d crest. Christ, if he was this turned on by the mere sight of boobs and ankles, how could he lead an investigation? How long since he’d been with a woman? Clearly, too long.

      * * * *

      Mary leaned against the door and took a deep breath. His rock-hard penis had bumped nicely against her hips. Was he attracted to her, or was it a coincidence? Of course, any straight guy probably got a hard on when a woman was plunked right on his lap. He could have taken the angry approach. Instead he’d been nice, let her get her bearings, and saved the chain of her purse when it would have been easier to snap it apart. Perhaps she should have a buddy for the cruise? A plan formed. To keep on track, she’d repulse the undesirables by claiming she was with John. He could do the same with her, and they’d go their separate ways at the end of the night.

      The next day would be spent entirely at sea. She could gather a lot of intel for a variety of candidates. Late afternoon the following day, they’d dock at Kingston. Either she’d need to escape–shivers coursed over her at the thought that Conrad could be onboard or at the port–or she’d invite one of the lucky men to sight-see with her. A little romp among the banana plants sounded like a pleasant time. She dragged her luggage forward and placed the canvas and plastic on a twin mattress. About a foot of space was between the two beds. Small size–she bounced on the mattress of the other–but comfortable.

      The square port window was dark. Stars splattered the night sky, giving wondrous illumination to all who glanced upon their glory. Love happened under the stars, didn’t it? She so wanted to have some connection to her baby’s father, instead of a wham, bam, thank you, sir. Well, fate had stepped right up and shattered that dream. Imitation love had taken several months to develop with Conrad and that relationship had bombed. Injected with a total stranger’s fluid by artificial insemination seemed cold and scientific. Phoenix had two students in her class who were brother and sister because the moms had used the same sperm donor. The teens hadn’t known that when they were making out in the parking lot of the Lyon’s Food Mart. It would be horrible to have one child who unknowingly fell in love with their brother or sister. Maybe the donor plan was the best alternative.

      Somewhere in her bag, her cellphone rang. She unhooked the magnetic latch and dragged the tiny device into her palm.

      Phoenix, the worrier. “Hi, just wanted to make sure you made it on board and wondering if you’ve run into anyone exciting yet.”

      “Funny you should ask. I was looking for my cabin, a door opened and I steamrolled a guy in the room next to mine.” Mary unzipped her suitcase and began disassembling the contents.

      “Way to go, girlfriend. Is he a viable candidate?”

      “What? I want to know, too,” Jenn said, her voice coming from a distance.

      “Just a second.” Phoenix repeated the story. “I’m going to put you on speaker phone in order for our addicted friend to hear.”

      “I don’t think he meets the donor classification. Black hair, my height or an inch taller maybe, okay body. He’s a nice guy.” СКАЧАТЬ