“I think the painting I gave you is a fraud.” I stuffed my hands in my sweatshirt pocket as casually as possible. I turned to face him while I edged backward toward his desk. “So, what do you want to tell me?” Impatience threaded Max’s voice when I remained silent. If I didn’t see it, Kage would’ve had to distract him so I could search for it, but this made my job much easier. Relief settled into my bones when I spotted the open laptop on his desk. I stepped inside and scanned the room, searching for his computer. For a second, I was afraid he’d deny my request, but after several long, agonizing beats, he opened the door wider for me to enter. “No, but I have something important to tell you about the painting.” I glanced around the hall like I was paranoid someone would hear us. My skin crawled beneath his leering scrutiny, but I forced myself to remain semi-civil so I could get inside his room. Come back to collect on your…benefits?” His gaze dipped to my chest. “Jules.” Max gave me a genial smile, but suspicion lurked in his eyes. Kage would wait out of sight until I entered Max’s room, after which he could monitor what was happening through the nifty camera disguised as a necklace pendant. Apparently, he had some sort of device that could disable the door’s key card scanner in case the situation with Max turned nasty. Christian had sent one of his men to accompany me. I knocked on Max’s hotel door, intensely aware of the man hidden in an alcove at the end of the hall.
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