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concrete floor, echoing through the basement, caused his heart to lurch into his throat. All three of the men froze, then scattered to begin searching the area. When none of them headed in his direction, he hurried back to the stairwell as fast as he could without making more noise.
    Inside, he removed his shoes, cradled them to prevent the clattering sound, and took off up the stairs in his socked feet. In the lobby, he put his shoes on again and took the elevator back to the restaurant, then pushed into the restroom. Since that’s where he’d said he was going, he wanted to be seen leaving from there, if he was spotted at all.
    A glance at his watch showed he was pushing his time. Anna would be waiting for him, and he still hadn’t finished cleaning his station. Heaving a deep sigh, he pushed open the restroom door to leave again—and came face-to-face with Keene. Who, he noted, was not sweating and had obviously taken the elevator back up also. Thank God their search of the basement had delayed them in getting back up here.
    â€œHey, man. Miss Claire said she’s been looking for you,” Keene said, eyeballing him suspiciously. “Where’ve you been?”
    â€œIn here.” Smiling sheepishly, which he didn’t have to fake, he waved in the direction of the toilets. “I’m kind of sick, so don’t get too close.” His flushed face would give credence to the lie.
    The other man grimaced in disgust and took a step back. “Oh. Well, see ya.”
    â€œYeah.”
See ya in prison, fucktard.
    As he watched Keene walk away, the narrowness of his escape settled into his bones. He’d fucked up and alerted them that there was a possible witness. With any luck they would be satisfied at finding no one and wouldn’t alter their plans to move the coke on Sunday.
    Moving fast, he plugged a port from the camera into his iPhone. Then he sent Simon the pictures he’d taken, along with another message.
    Pay dirt. Manny D heading this one. J doesn’t know.
    Simon:
No shit?! Can’t believe that.
    Me 2. M said J’s going legit. WTF? Blow being moved from basement of building on Sunday. Disguised as catering.
    Simon:
Shoulda fucking thought it.
    Yeah. Call you later with deets.
    No sooner had Gray returned the camera, cord, and phone to his pocket than he heard a sweet voice call out, “There you are.”
    Anna was coming toward him, obviously ready to go. Her purse was slung over one shoulder, and she appeared concerned. “Where have you been?”
    â€œMen’s room. Sorry I disappeared.”
    â€œOh. Are you all right?”
    â€œYes, I’m fine. Ready?”
    â€œWhen you are.”
    He hadn’t finished his station, but screw it. He had tomorrow off, so Ethan could fire him for all he cared. By Sunday, with any luck, Gray wouldn’t be darkening the door of the kitchen ever again.
    Gray felt stupid walking home in his whites, but he hadn’t brought clothes to change this time. When they arrived back at their apartments, he turned to Anna. “Come to my place for a bit? I want to get out of the monkey suit.”
    A hungry light entered her gorgeous brown eyes. “Not as much as I want you out of it.”
    They wasted no time shedding their clothes. Right there in his foyer he pressed her back to the closed door and attacked her mouth. Groaning in pleasure, she gave back as good as she got. Aggressive. Exciting. No other woman did it for him like she did.
    â€œGod, you turn me on.”
    â€œFuck me, Gray. Make me forget my own name.”
    He couldn’t speak for her, but he certainly forgot his. Especially when he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. When he sank his cock deep and buried himself to the hilt.
    He fucked her against the door, every stroke like sinking into heaven. Too soon, his balls drew up tight and the familiar tingling began at the base of his spine. He was helpless to