Dirty Devil / The Fling. Stefanie London

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      The room was sound-proofed, but I could still feel the heavy beat of the music through the thick, pale carpet on the floor. Neon-stained light from the city outside shone through the office’s windows and over the pale wood of my desk.

      Not quite hiding the tip of someone’s foot sticking out from under it.

      I went very, very still, the muscles in my shoulders tightening.

      It had been years since I’d had to deal with a physical threat, not since money had taken me away from the clubs and the security jobs I’d once worked to pay for my sister’s schooling. But, even if I hadn’t had an eidetic memory, I’d still have remembered how to deal with said threat. It usually involved me picking up the person involved by the scruff of their neck and throwing them bodily out of the door. And making sure they didn’t bother me or mine again.

      Slowly, I got my phone out, making it look as if I was staring down at the screen and not at the tip of the foot sticking out from under my desk.

      It was small and encased in plain black leather. So, not a guy, then.

      I tilted my head, also spotting an edge of black fabric. It was as plain as the leather of the shoe and it looked cheap.

      Who’d be wearing plain shoes and cheap fabric to one of my parties?

      It wasn’t hard to figure out, not when there were at least five or more people wearing exactly that combination, all of them circulating with trays of food and drink.

      The catering staff.

      ‘If you’re looking for more Cristal,’ I said calmly to my little waitress, because of course it was her, ‘You won’t find any under my desk.’

      She didn’t move.

      Was she trying to pretend I hadn’t seen her?

      Irritation sat in my gut. Fucking security should have picked up on anyone reckless or stupid enough to try and get into one of my parties, but clearly they hadn’t. And now it was my problem to deal with.

      Everett was going to have some explaining to do, that was for sure, because not only had she somehow crashed my party, she’d also managed to get into my private goddamn office. My private locked goddamn office.

      Which changed things. That lock should have kept out even the most professional criminal and yet some random waitress had managed to unlock it and slip inside.

      No. That wasn’t happening. And this woman wasn’t a waitress. I’d bet my billions on it.

      If she’d been a guy I’d have reached down, hauled him out and dragged that sorry motherfucker to Clarence myself. But she wasn’t a guy. She was a woman; I’d never touched a woman in anger and never would.

      Still, there were other methods.

      ‘Don’t bother hiding,’ I said coolly. ‘I can see your foot. You’ve also got approximately five seconds to get the fuck out from under there before I call security.’

      There was another moment of silence.

      Then the little foot shifted, there was a rustling sound and a figure moved out from under the shelter of the desk, straightening up as she got to her feet.

      Sure enough, it was the waitress.

      The waitress who wasn’t on the catering company’s staff list.

      I took another long look at her.

      She was small, the top of her head just about equal to my shoulders, her figure in the catering company uniform lush and curvy. She smoothed the plain black dress nervously, the neon from the city outside shining directly on her face.

      Her eyes were the colour of dark, bittersweet chocolate, tilted up slightly at the ends like a cat’s. She also had a strong jaw, a determined chin and an adorably upturned nose. Her mouth was wide and generous, her skin smooth as old ivory, and her hair was the glossy brown of chestnuts.

      Unconventional, that was for sure. Which from my point of view was far more intriguing than beautiful. When it came to jewels, flawless stones were supposed to be the finest and most expensive, but I preferred my gems to have irregularities. It made them much more interesting.

      ‘Uh...hi,’ she said, her voice low with a pleasant husk to it, her accent very definitely English. ‘Guess you didn’t expect me to be in here, right?’

      I lifted a brow. ‘What gave it away?’

      A nervous-looking smile turned her full mouth. ‘I’m so sorry. The door was open and I thought it was the kitchen and I—’

      ‘No, it wasn’t.’

      She blinked. ‘Excuse me?’

      ‘The door.’ I kept my voice calm. ‘It wasn’t open.’

      Something flickered in her eyes, something that didn’t fit with that uncertain smile or the way she was nervously smoothing her uniform. It was gone the next second, but I was good at reading people and I knew what it was. I’d seen it in her gaze out on the terrace.

      She wasn’t nervous. She was angry. And no doubt it was because she’d been discovered.

      If she’d genuinely been a waitress, I’d have ushered her out, called her supervisor and had a few words.

      Except she wasn’t a waitress.

      I didn’t know what she was. But I sure as shit was going to find out.

      Calling Clarence immediately and having him deal with it was the next logical step, but I didn’t want to involve him. I didn’t know what this woman was here for. She wasn’t likely to be a reporter; I revised my earlier suspicion, because if she had been she would have been out there surreptitiously taking pictures of the famous naked people having fun around the pool; she wouldn’t be in here, hiding under my desk. And, apart from anything else, reporters generally didn’t have the skills required to get through the lock on my office door.

      No, I wanted to deal with this personally.

      ‘Oh, it really was,’ she said, her forehead creasing. ‘You must have forgotten to shut it or something.’

      Which might have worked if I hadn’t been the one person in a million who never forgot a single fucking thing.

      Slowly, I shook my head. ‘The door was shut. And secured with an extremely sophisticated electronic lock.’

      Another flicker in her eyes—more anger, and this time the tiniest touch of what I thought was uncertainty. It was gone as quickly as it had come, to be replaced with something that looked calculating. Almost as if she was watching me and gauging my reaction.

      Fuck, who was this woman?

      There was a quality to her that held me like the light catching a particularly fine diamond. Except she didn’t glitter like a diamond, not the way the women waiting for me on the terrace did, sparkly, showy and completely transparent. No, this woman didn’t catch the light at СКАЧАТЬ