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annoying habit of knowing exactly what was in her head.
    Damn, she wished she had her gun.
    But who do you want to shoot, O’Lauchlan? Which one ?
    “All of them,” she muttered.
    “Excuse me, Ms O’Lauchlan?”
    Katrina started. Tiamat still stood before her, studying her with eyes no longer amber but now a deep, deep bronze. “Sorry,” she said, giving the woman a slight smile.
    Tiamat returned it, her strange eyes back to amber. “There is no need to apologise, Ms O’Lauchlan. It is late. Would you like me to arrange for dinner to be sent to your suite? The Lobster Thermidor is exquisite.”
    Katrina’s mouth salivated. Lobster. God, how wonderful would it be to have lobster. But catching The Mouse was the priority, not indulging in a dish she’d never afford back in Australia. “No, thank you,” she said. “I’m just going to have a quick show and then head back out again.”
    Tiamat’s smile widened, her expression unreadable. “If you say so.” She turned and Katrina watched her go, a frown pulling at her forehead. If I say so? What does that mean ?
    She slipped into her suite and headed straight for the shower, stripping as she went, trying not to think of Lobster Thermidor. A shower would clear her head. The day had been strange, hell, the whole trip had been strange, but she couldn’t let it distract her. The Mouse was here, he was playing games with her and, unless she was focussed, he’d escape her once again.
    She wasn’t returning to Australia without him, be damned with what Abaddon—and her traitorous psyche—was suggesting. Catching the jewel thief was her only goal.
    Fifteen minutes of seductively invigorating water streaming over her body later, she stepped from the shower and wrapped herself in a thick towel the size of a bedsheet. Okay, she felt better. She felt in control again. She felt herself again. She’d hit the streets and by nine am tomorrow have it all figured…
    Her eyes fell on her bed and she stumbled to a halt.
    The latex cat costume still held pride of place on the massive piece of furniture, the golden box containing the mask and the invitation to The Big Man’ ball beside it. That wasn’t what grabbed her attention, though. That wasn’t what made her mouth dry and her pulse leap into furious flight.
    At some stage, whether while she was getting familiar with Los Magia during the day or washing away the conflict and confusion and turmoil in the shower just then, someone had been in her suite. Someone who added a new item to the costume on the bed.
    A cat’s collar. Black suede, studded with what she knew without checking, were diamonds. Thirteen of them. A black suede diamond-studded cat’s collar, complete with long leather leash.
    No card. Just the cat’s collar.
    Katrina clenched her fist on the towel, staring at the bed.
    Gun or not, she was going to kill him.
    Whoever he was.
     
    ***
     
    Flynn held her wrists, holding them behind her in a grip both inescapable and powerful. “Why did you come here?”
    The feel of his body pressed to hers made her pussy flood with cream. His cock, ram-rod straight and harder than steel, ground against her arse, burning her flesh like a brand even through the cotton of her shorts. “To see you,” she answered, her normally confident voice just a whisper.
    “To see me or to be fucked by me?”
    Both.
    She wanted to say the word, but it refused to pass her lips. Instead, she tried to pull away from his hold. “Let me go.”
    “Tell me.” he demanded, jerking on her wrists.
    Her shoulders ached a little, a slight burn that made her feel alive. Her life had been about playing it safe, never taking risks, but everything about Flynn Marsters was a risk. An addictive risk…
    “Tell me.”
    “Both.”
    One hand left her wrists and reached around her body, closing over her left breast with a possessive arrogance. She whimpered, a pitiful sound that seemed louder than a gun shot. “I told you never to come here.”
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