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stilled near her left ankle.
    Hell.
    He lifted the leg of her pants.  She felt the pull of the strap that held her gear set in place. 
    Then he rose to his feet. 
    She tried to grab his hand.
    Too late.  He’d opened his prize. He stared down at the lock picking set.
    She never left home without one of those. 
    There was a flash drive nestled beside the lock set, too. Make that three flash drives.  Some wires. A very small screw driver. 
    Tools of her trade.
    “Jasmine…” He sighed out her name as his gaze came back to her. “I think we have a problem.”
    A muscle flexed in his jaw.
    I fucking hate betrayal.
    Her body trembled.  He was a businessman, despite those somewhat shady governmental ties.  He wasn’t just going to—to—
    “You came to steal from me, and now you’re going to have to pay the price.”
    “I didn’t steal from you!” 
    He laughed at that. His laugh was rough and angry and it sure didn’t alleviate any of the tension that she felt. 
    His face was locked in hard, furious lines.  Rage glowed in his eyes.  He looked scary as hell and—
    Sexy, still. 
    What was with her and her stupid attraction to bad boys? Would she never learn that bad boys were considered “bad” for a reason?
    “I didn’t steal,” Jasmine repeated. “Check the flash drives. Nothing is on them.  I came up here to be with you, not to—”
    “You’re saying you still want to fuck me?”
    Jasmine licked her lips. 
    His gaze immediately fell to her mouth.
    “Tempting…” And his head lowered. Before she could speak again, his mouth was on hers. Hot and hard. Not as controlled as before. Actually, there
was
no control now. The kiss was wild and rough, and if she’d thought her toes curled before, well—she nearly lost her shoes then.
    Liquid heat spilled through her body.  She
wasn’t
supposed to react to him that way.  She wasn’t—
    His head lifted. “Cause I can always fuck you before I call in the cops.”
    Her eyes turned to slits at that.
    “Now I’m wondering about the guy I tossed outside,” he nearly growled those words. “Maybe I was too hasty. Maybe I should’ve listened to just what the fellow had to say.”
    Then the cops would already be here.
    “Check the flash drives,” Jasmine said. Her voice was husky, but steady. “You’ll see the truth.”
    His eyes held hers. “How do I know you haven’t hidden more drives…?” Now his gaze dropped to her body once more.
    “Because you already searched me, jerk.” She shoved against him. Hard.  Hard enough to send him stumbling back a step. Not because she’d gotten some super strength, but mostly because she was pretty sure the move had caught him by surprise.
    How do I get out of here…how do I get…
    He turned away from her. Stalked toward his desk.  She didn’t move as he searched through the flash drives. Jasmine was too busy trying to figure out what story to give him.
    She even considered the truth.  Like he’d believe that. 
    His fingers rapped over the keys. “They’re empty. All of them.” He straightened.
    She gave a firm nod. “Like I said. Now, as
un
-fun as this little night has been, it’s time for me to leave.”
    His head tilted a bit as he studied her.  “You think I’m going to let you get away?”
    “I haven’t done anything to you. So I carry a lock picking set. Big deal.” She shrugged. “I don’t like to get locked out—”
    He laughed at that. It wasn’t the hard laugh from before. It was more surprised, more real.
    “I’ve taken nothing from you,” Jasmine said, knowing that she sounded like a broken record. He had no idea how much that non-theft was going to cost her. But she was trying to be good. It was a fairly new thing for her. “And I won’t steal anything, but I am leaving.” She turned, took some fast steps, and reached for the doorknob.
    “You planted the smoke bombs.”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She didn’t look back.
    “You’re a