in time. It wasn’t like the deep bass notes let a person forget when to move. He slid his hands down her body, molding her to him. The almost pained expression slowly morphed into amusement, and while Jennifer didn’t exactly move with the beat by choice, she did relax.
One song flowed into the next.
Perspiration dampened his clothes.
He could be on the surface of the sun for all he cared. What mattered was the way she felt against him. She was his treasure. He knew he’d been right about them.
Suddenly, Jennifer twisted, pressing her back to his front.
This made him remember...
Her phone was in her hand. He blinked at the messages flying by.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
She tapped the screen and changed the displayed message. “Milan.”
Jennifer tilted the screen for him to see.
We’re doing this now.
A red, horned face accompanied Milan’s message.
“Now?” he blurted.
“Now.”
Jennifer turned to face him. Her face glistened and her eyes had gone dark.
She might say she didn’t like to dance, but she’d enjoyed herself a little bit with him.
He cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers, hard and fast.
“Stay safe,” he ordered.
“You, too.” She cleared her throat and said a little louder, “I’m going to the bathroom real quick.”
He nodded and backed further off the dance floor.
Being around Jennifer scrambled his brains. It wasn’t ideal for a covert scenario, but it made it a hell of a lot more fun.
She turned away from him. He resisted the urge to run his fingers through her ponytail. This was business now,, and she’d slid into her work mode already.
It was time for him to do the same.
Where was Milan? And what did she have planned?
Finding the little diva wasn’t hard. He just had to look for the brilliant sheen of light.
There she was, staring across the pool at the back of Zechariah’s head.
Jennifer had said Milan wasn’t really interested in the guy. So why the staring? Or was he part of her plan?
He really thought this part should be better scripted.
His pocket buzzed.
Across the pool, Milan shoved her phone into her pocket.
A jolt shot through him.
That was the go signal.
He turned toward the bar set up in the kitchen.
While dancing, he’d watched the door leading into the garage just off the kitchen.
No one had used it.
That wasn’t ideal, seeing as he needed to get out there.
Behind him, Milan’s shrill voice called out, “Zechariah Mizrahi!”
All eyes turned.
Orion could feel the shift.
A party wasn’t a party until there’d been some kind of drama, and everyone was waiting to have a front-row seat.
Even the bartenders.
Orion hesitated at the end of the bar, but the young men were craning their necks to see over the crowd.
He backed up to the wall, but no one paid him any mind.
This was it...
The moment he moved toward the door, a timer started. He had thirty seconds, give or take. It all had to happen according to plan, or not at all.
It was go time.
He sidestepped to the door, twisted the knob and stepped back through the opening. The seconds were ticking away.
The heat of the garage enveloped him along with the scent of rubber and oil.
He gently closed the door, then felt for the light switch.
Where was Jennifer? Was she in position yet?
He hoped she was ready.
The breaker box stood out from all the white walls.
He peered around.
The documents had indicated the only camera in the garage didn’t cover the front half. Meaning, a person could enter from the house and steal a car.
Orion kept close to the wall, his gaze on the box while shoving his hand into a leather glove.
If the crowd hadn’t shielded him, he could be on surveillance footage. However, this system didn’t record a manual disc. It transmitted the surveillance footage via a satellite to be stored in the cloud. Anything recorded in the minute before a power outage wouldn’t make it because of a delay in transmission.
He threw open the breaker box, lined his hand up alongside one row of switches and pushed. The whole column flipped off. He kept going, flipping the next row and the next and the very last, plunging the whole house into darkness.
Perfect.
Orion closed the box and tugged the glove off.
Screams arose from the other side of the wall.
It was the middle of the day.
The power going out wasn’t a big deal.
Honestly, why the screaming?
He shoved the glove into his pocket and cracked the door, peering out on the party.
A body went tumbling past him.
What the fuck?
Orion opened the door onto chaos.
The previously