Tate Wilson was a rich man. Every woman wanted to marry him
and every man wanted to be him.
He was the typical ideal of perfection. A man of many talents,
but I knew something the world didn’t.
Hiding somewhere in Mr. Perfect’s house was a rare diamond. One
worth millions. One that could set me up for life. No more shitty jobs. No more
scraping by. It was time to live the high life once again.
However, there was one problem. The man was a wolf. Strong
and cunning. Cracking into the CPD’s computers, I found eight other burglary
attempts. Attempts and failures. He had a pretty damn good security system, but
not good enough to keep me out.
I twitched my whiskers and sniffed the air from underneath a
small coffee table. Tate wasn’t the only shifter in Central.
It’d been two hours since I found a way inside the mansion.
Being small, I was able to squeeze under an opened window in the attic. Took a
while to explore. It was pretty ridiculous actually. All this space for one
man.
I could hear him moving about in his lavish entertainment
room. His television was an eighty inch which threw me off. Guess him having
his own theater inside the place was a rumor.
Hurry up and get to
bed ! I thought. It wasn’t like I could snoop around while he was awake.
I curled up into a ball on the dusty wooden floor and
waited.
It had to be at least three in the morning when the brute
finally went to bed. I twitched my tail back and forth. Two security cameras in
the hallway. One in the kitchen. Too bad they weren’t going to be working for
the next couple of hours. Not with a good timed loop on them.
I trotted up another set of stairs. Lots of fancy carpets
and paintings. Whew. Some of them looked authentic. Worth a good penny, but I
had my heart on set on something sparkly.
I froze in my tracks as I heard a cough. My fur stood on
end. Shit! Maybe the brute wasn’t asleep yet. I crawled slowly, and peeked
around a large oak door.
Tate was getting undressed. I blinked my large blue eyes. Guess
he was getting ready for a shower. I sat down and watched. I never would’ve
considered myself a peeper, but damn oh damn was the man gorgeous. Definitely
an image of perfection.
He tossed his shirt into a hamper followed by his pants.
Then he scratched at his chest and turned his head abruptly. Sniffing the air
carefully.
I took a few steps back. Still lost in all his manly glory.
Long chestnut brown hair that hit just below the shoulders. Olive skin, taut
over his muscular body and wild green eyes.
His strong jaw tensed as he kept taking in deep breaths. His
nose appeared to have been broken before, but it only added to the charm.
I shouldn’t be lingering around. Not with a damn wolf this
close by, but I couldn’t help it.
Come on wolfy show me
the goods . I thought. Then I shook my head and hurried across the room and
into a guest bedroom. What the hell was wrong with me? Get it together. Find
the diamond and get the hell out of here.
When I heard the sound of running water, I finally relaxed
and cleared my head.
It didn’t take long to find where he kept his hiding place.
Stashed under a single tile in the middle of the piano room. Typical.
I shifted back into a human and touched my collar. A nice
accessory for any shifter thief. One that adjusts its size with the change. Thank
goodness for magic users. I barely had time to study the diamond when I heard
footsteps echo behind me.
I shoved it into a small container on the collar and slunk
back into my cat form, but it was too late.
Tate Wilson stepped into the room with a towel wrapped
around his waist and chuckled. “Thought I smelt a cat,” he growled.
I stopped abruptly and arched my back, fur on end. I glanced
around the room. No open windows in here. I was going to have to outrun him, an
incredibly hard feat with a wolf, but it wasn’t as if I had any other choice.
Leaping forward, I shot out from the side of his leg.
“Oh no you don’t!” he shouted. Then
and every man wanted to be him.
He was the typical ideal of perfection. A man of many talents,
but I knew something the world didn’t.
Hiding somewhere in Mr. Perfect’s house was a rare diamond. One
worth millions. One that could set me up for life. No more shitty jobs. No more
scraping by. It was time to live the high life once again.
However, there was one problem. The man was a wolf. Strong
and cunning. Cracking into the CPD’s computers, I found eight other burglary
attempts. Attempts and failures. He had a pretty damn good security system, but
not good enough to keep me out.
I twitched my whiskers and sniffed the air from underneath a
small coffee table. Tate wasn’t the only shifter in Central.
It’d been two hours since I found a way inside the mansion.
Being small, I was able to squeeze under an opened window in the attic. Took a
while to explore. It was pretty ridiculous actually. All this space for one
man.
I could hear him moving about in his lavish entertainment
room. His television was an eighty inch which threw me off. Guess him having
his own theater inside the place was a rumor.
Hurry up and get to
bed ! I thought. It wasn’t like I could snoop around while he was awake.
I curled up into a ball on the dusty wooden floor and
waited.
It had to be at least three in the morning when the brute
finally went to bed. I twitched my tail back and forth. Two security cameras in
the hallway. One in the kitchen. Too bad they weren’t going to be working for
the next couple of hours. Not with a good timed loop on them.
I trotted up another set of stairs. Lots of fancy carpets
and paintings. Whew. Some of them looked authentic. Worth a good penny, but I
had my heart on set on something sparkly.
I froze in my tracks as I heard a cough. My fur stood on
end. Shit! Maybe the brute wasn’t asleep yet. I crawled slowly, and peeked
around a large oak door.
Tate was getting undressed. I blinked my large blue eyes. Guess
he was getting ready for a shower. I sat down and watched. I never would’ve
considered myself a peeper, but damn oh damn was the man gorgeous. Definitely
an image of perfection.
He tossed his shirt into a hamper followed by his pants.
Then he scratched at his chest and turned his head abruptly. Sniffing the air
carefully.
I took a few steps back. Still lost in all his manly glory.
Long chestnut brown hair that hit just below the shoulders. Olive skin, taut
over his muscular body and wild green eyes.
His strong jaw tensed as he kept taking in deep breaths. His
nose appeared to have been broken before, but it only added to the charm.
I shouldn’t be lingering around. Not with a damn wolf this
close by, but I couldn’t help it.
Come on wolfy show me
the goods . I thought. Then I shook my head and hurried across the room and
into a guest bedroom. What the hell was wrong with me? Get it together. Find
the diamond and get the hell out of here.
When I heard the sound of running water, I finally relaxed
and cleared my head.
It didn’t take long to find where he kept his hiding place.
Stashed under a single tile in the middle of the piano room. Typical.
I shifted back into a human and touched my collar. A nice
accessory for any shifter thief. One that adjusts its size with the change. Thank
goodness for magic users. I barely had time to study the diamond when I heard
footsteps echo behind me.
I shoved it into a small container on the collar and slunk
back into my cat form, but it was too late.
Tate Wilson stepped into the room with a towel wrapped
around his waist and chuckled. “Thought I smelt a cat,” he growled.
I stopped abruptly and arched my back, fur on end. I glanced
around the room. No open windows in here. I was going to have to outrun him, an
incredibly hard feat with a wolf, but it wasn’t as if I had any other choice.
Leaping forward, I shot out from the side of his leg.
“Oh no you don’t!” he shouted. Then
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