Page 64 of Midnight Danger

She lifted my right hand off her waist and attached my cufflink, moving to the one on my left wrist.

“You’re spoiling me,” I said, kissing behind her ear.

“You haven’t seen my shoe bill.” She laughed.

I spun her slowly to face me. “Considering those heels are going to be dug into my back, I think I can live with the price.”

“Maybe I should have bought a few more pairs,” she sassed.

My hands cupped her ass. “Baby, you can buy as many pairs as you like just as long as you wear them for me in bed.”

Her red dress dipped low at the front to show the swell at the side of her breasts. A single tear diamond fell between them on a long chain. It was my gift to her to start her jewellery collection. The dress pinched in slightly at the waist to accentuate her hips and almost reached the floor. A dramatic split at the front allowed a leg to show as she moved. Her beloved heels elevated her height and self-confidence.

We’d be searched going in, but Jordan had been creating his own weapons. Daggers were concealed in our shoes and different component parts to make a firearm were incorporated in our outfits and accessories. If it could kill someone, Jordan had a knack of being able to bring it with him.

Megan wore a black dress when she arrived with Jordan a few minutes later. We were waiting to see where the auction was and if we were going to take our cars or the helicopter on the roof.

Maybe I was biased, but Cassandra outranked her friend in every way from the natural waves that curved around her face to her knockout body that demanded to be worshipped. Jordan and my phone pinged at the same time. A quick glance revealed the location.

“Cars it is then,” Jordan said. “At least it allows us to take the keys I engineered.”

I craved riding my Harley but wouldn’t risk Cassandra. She kept telling me that pregnancy was a condition not an illness, but until she’d given birth she wasn’t getting onto my bike.

She slid into the car, her dress riding up to show her suspenders at the top of the slit. The woman was going to give me a freaking heart attack. There would be vultures circling around her everywhere as soon as they realised that she wore my ring. A huge target was about to appear on her back, and it made my stomach churn in fear.

The destination was only twenty minutes away. Ash was already bringing up the schematics and hacking into the security cameras of the gallery that had been hired for the evening. Our cufflinks had a communication set in them to put in when we were inside. Earpiece in one cufflink and a microphone in the other so Ash knew what was happening.

Ignoring the valet, I parked my car and pocketed my key. Everyone knew that no one drove my babies but me. He glared at me as we sauntered past. I discreetly handed him a generous tip for his cooperation. Keeping the guys outside happy tended to ensure my car wasn’t damaged.

“Relax,” I muttered, my hand landing on the bottom of Cassandra’s back. We were supposed to be here to bid on some rare stolen goods, and not giving a fuck that we were using our wealth to take from others. The fact that we intended to take those jewels without paying a penny for them wasn’t the point.

I fixed a smile on my face as we entered the building. It was no secret who I was or the wealth of my family. Eyes followed our progression across the room.

“Xavier,” a voice purred to my right. “I haven’t seen you around for a while.” Annabelle had been one of my many lovers a while ago. She was an aspiring model who was trying to catch a trophy husband.

“I’ve been busy,” I replied briskly, trying to remove Cassandra from her presence.

“Who’s your friend?” Annabelle persisted, her gaze roaming over Cassandra. “I haven’t seen her around either. She isn’t your normal type, are you accompanying her for a friend?”

Cassandra stiffened beside me at the insult. “Meaning?” my wife asked in a deadly cold tone.

Annabelle turned huge, innocent eyes to her. “Meaning that Xavier has specific tastes which you don’t fit into. He prefers driving a Porsche than a Peugeot.”

I froze, about to retaliate when Cassandra replied, “Can I offer you some advice?” she asked. “Men only like fuck bunnies for one reason and the hint is in the name. They tend to marry women with class.”

Cassandra deliberately flashed her rings under Annabelle’s nose. Her beautiful face screwed up in anger before she flounced off without replying.

“Bitch,” Cassandra muttered under her breath.

My finger trailed down the side of her face. “Baby, I think you put her in her place.” I chuckled at the mutinous expression on her face.

“Are all your exes so beautiful and glamorous?”

I gripped her chin to force her to look at me. “You do realise I married the woman who was beautiful inside and out? I fell for you before I saw you. When I finally met you, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” I pressed a soft kiss on her lips.

Her eyes narrowed. “Stop trying to charm me.”

“Is it working?” I grinned.

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