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lines of her jaw. Then her eyes focused on the view outside the offices of Omnibus
    Transport, LLC. It beat the last place she had, in South Miami, and the hellhole before that in
    Hialeah.
    But she could do so much better.
    That’s what she’d done with her private real estate, and what she’d do with her company.
    Always, always moving up. Getting better. Getting more and more attractive . She’d done it to
    her body, her face, her home, and her business was next.
    “Just come up the elevator and knock,” she said as she answered the phone on the fourth
    ring. No need to seem anxious. “I left the main door open, and there’s no one else here on a
    Saturday.”
    No one but her, and she’d work eight days a week if she could. Not that she didn’t enjoy
    her weekend nights. She’d certainly enjoyed last night. She brushed her palms over her
    breasts, remembering how they’d been admired and attended to. Yes, she’d enjoyed that man
    a lot.
    But she had three minutes until this one arrived, so she dropped onto her chair and touched
    the laptop to bring it to life. Lola never wasted anything, especially time. At twenty-three, she
    was already almost a millionaire. You didn’t get there by taking breaks and thinking about
    men who’d adored you for a few hours.
    Well, some breaks. And some men.
    While she waited, she clicked through the air-shipping schedule for the evening, and
    dashed off a quick note to the CEO of a furniture company in North Carolina who’d just
    signed on as Omnibus Transport’s latest customer. That one gave her a twinge of satisfaction.
    After all, furniture delivery had always been the humble roots of this little empire.
    The elevator dinged and she touched the button on her desk to unlock her door, a security
    measure she’d learned from her father. Standing up, she rounded the desk to position herself
    in front of it. She’d make him sit of course, the only way to get a height advantage on a man
    of six-two.
    The door opened slowly and she met the steely eyes of Constantine Xenakis, thief,
    mercenary, and one of the finest specimens of male to ever cross her threshold. She took a
    slow ride down his incredible body, but her gaze stopped at the tan box in his hand.
    The thrill of victory was so intense she shivered. “Well, that looks promising. A lockbox.”
    “There was nothing else close to what you wanted in her house.”
    “Maybe she carries it with her.”
    “I thought of that, but wasn’t able to get her bag. She’s got muscle.” He took three long
    strides to her desk and clunked the box on her desk. “Or . . . someone else has beat you to the
    punch.”
    She curled her lip. Impossible. “Maybe Maggie did get some protection. She’s probably
    heard that Ramon is out.”
    “She goes by Lena, and she doesn’t just have a bodyguard, my friend. She has one of the
    best in the business. A Bullet Catcher. That’s with capital letters. Top man in the company,
    too, so she’s paying a handsome fee for his services. Unless . . .” He looked hard at her. “You
    planted him there.”
    Lola dismissed the suggestion with a wave. “Nope. You got this, and if you got what I
    wanted, nothing else matters. You didn’t open it, did you?”
    “Of course not.” He eased into one of her guest chairs, lifting his legs to land a pair of
    scuffed Docksiders next to the box on the desk in a move both rude and arrogant.
    No matter. She touched the lock. “Can you get this off?’
    “Yes.”
    “Then do it.”
    He grinned. “Lock removal’s an extra grand.”
    “Fuck you, Con.” Not for one minute did she believe he hadn’t opened the box before he
    brought it here. But he wouldn’t keep what she wanted, because then he wouldn’t get the ten
    thousand dollars she’d agreed to pay him for it.
    She yanked open the top drawer of her desk and pulled out her little pink-handled revolver,
    aiming it at the box.
    “Oh, for Christ’s sake.” He slammed his feet down and took the