Former Ballerina, Grace Marlyn lives in between two worlds- A full time waiters and an occasional hustler in upstate Manhattan.
Grace have her life planned until one wedding heist that would brings both of her worlds collapsed when she trapped one...
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Rows of limousine parked just outside the grand lobby, " Tell me how'd you know about this place?" James begins, I notice he shift on his seat as I watch over the window, " I had a source," I say shortly, turning the wheel to the left past the Valet spot, " Who's your source?" James asks coolly," Well now you're stepping over the line," I chuckle in the same time I notice an empty spot up ahead.
" I'm asking to make sure your sources are legit and you don't put us in any danger here," James says dryly," Just so you know I'm here the one hiring you, sweetheart, it's best you tell me all the details or you can kiss your spot at Clover's goodbye," He continue quickly, but not quick enough for me notice what he just called me with, " Call me sweetheart one more time and I swear I'll drive us around," I shut my eyes for a second, noticing how my tone turn biting deeper than I tend to. Shit I curse under my breath, too quiet for James to even hear as I shift on my seat.
" The woman from the club, she told me no stolen items would go out Baron's reach, so I had Wanda to dig up on them, too bad for us there's no details on them besides this private showcase and their host named Powerbroker," I say as I keep my focus to look for the parking spot, anywhere with the wider exit route just before I notice he's typing on his phone, " Who are you texting?" I say as I look over the rear mirror," Now you're stepping over the line," James says using the same tone I used on him before, I let out a rush of breath as I look over my left, " My source," He continue shortly, I chuckle, " The funny looking guy you send to my place? yeah good luck with that, don't think he'd reach far enough to find the Barons's info," I say with a laugh.
James let out a rush of breath before he turns on his seat and his phone ring with a text, " Baron's a family name," James says as his eyes meet mine by the rear mirror, I pull away first as I put on the left blinker on," What makes you think they got my ring," James ask the same time I pull the car around the second line before I finally find an empty spot, " Oh they have it alright, the question is how much are you willing to pay for them?" I chuckle as I look over the window.
" So what's the plan?" James asks as soon I turn the engine to neutral," Well, if anyone ask my name's Harper," I let out a sigh of breath in the same time I take off my seatbelt before I turn around on my seat and make the first mistake to look over him.
" I work at Chloe's gallery, a jewelry curator and as you mentioned before you're hiring me specifically to assist you for the night, so nothing less," I say quickly, trying to hide the fact how my heart suddenly racing just when I start to notice how he let the top three button on the shirt stay let loose. Shit " And do I get a fake name too?" James lets out a raspy short laugh with the question, for once I let his biting words slides just because I already waste my focus somewhere I wished I didn't do.
I hate to admit that I might be wrong in judging the size he is wearing before, because the black Armani shirt he's now wearing at least is a size below his regular sizing by the way it seems tight over his chest, too bad for him it's the only spare clothe I bring with me last minute. I shift on my seat quickly to grab the handle over the door before I open it and get out, anything to avoid giving him the satisfaction the second a ghost of smirk tug by the corner of his mouth.
