Black Girls and Bad Boys: Stealing Loretta Read Free

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seemed pretty capable. Surely they wouldn’t be hanging around long enough for
the police to turn up.
    “You get the cash,” he called back over his
shoulder, “we’re going out to the safety deposit boxes.”
    “No.”
    The broad-chested thief smiled down at her.
“Sorry, you don’t get to say no.” He pulled her over to the security door.
“Enter the code.”
    She shook her head. “No.” Money was one
thing – all the deposits were insured up to a limit. But there were heirlooms
and irreplaceable items in those locked boxes. Looking down at the floor, she
steeled herself for his reaction.
    Something hard nudged her in the ribs and
she slowly came to the understanding that he was holding the gun against her.
    “Please.”
    “Sorry, sweetheart. I need as much as I can
get. Open the door.”
    Loretta hesitated, but when it came down to
it she wasn’t willing to die for other people’s possessions. She tapped in the
first two numbers, but then her mind went blank.
    “Come on.”
    “I’m trying.” Her voice broke and he eased
up with the gun.
    “Okay, okay.” He pointed the weapon at the
floor. “Take a few deep breaths. It’ll come to you.”
    She closed her eyes and tried not to think
about the guns or all the customers and workers who could get hurt if she
didn’t give him what he wanted. The last two numbers dropped into her head and
she typed them in.
    The latch clicked and he pushed her through
the door in front of him.
    Jordan’s day kept on getting better. There
hadn’t been any mention of a foxy black bank manager in the reconnaissance for
the job. And he certainly hadn’t seen her on any of his planning visits.
    Her perfect skin was the colour of soft
brown sugar. And her eyes... They were a shade lighter and piercing enough to
make him believe she could see right through all the macho bullshit that was
his stock in trade.
    Then there was her berry-brown pout. Plump,
luscious lips that begged to be kissed.
    He wouldn’t have forgotten a woman like
that in a hurry.
    Raiding the safety deposit boxes was an
optional and risky part of the heist. Had he decided to go for it because it
meant being alone with her?
    There’d been some serious sparks back there
when she’d met his eye. And she was a feisty little thing.
    But nothing could happen. Even if she
wanted it to. This was work.
    “Keys?”
    She pulled a key ring off her belt. Having
the keys on her like that didn’t seem like bank protocol, but hell, it made
things easier for him.
    “What’s your name?” He was trying to behave
himself, but it just slipped out.
    She looked at him with her big hazel eyes.
Most women would have been scared witless, but not her. She was wary, careful –
all the sensible things – but not scared. Interesting.
    “Okay, don’t tell me.”
    He watched her open the door to the safe
room and gestured for her to go in first. “Let’s get into some of these.” It
would be foolish to hang around for more than an extra couple of minutes, but
those two minutes might be all he needed to hit the jackpot.
    “Why don’t you just take the money and go?”
She stood in the middle of the room, her uniform navy pencil skirt not quite
frumpy enough to hide the shapely curve of her ass. She wasn’t as busty as
Gina, but it looked like she had a tight little body under that acrylic jacket
and stripy blouse. All she needed was a pair of glasses and she’d be the
perfect ugly duckling fantasy.
    He’d be more than happy to take off those
glasses, let down her hair and show her just how beautiful she really was.
    Jesus, Jordan. Keep your mind on the
job.
    “What does it matter to you? Why do you
care if some rich guy has his diamonds stolen?”
    “I could lose my job.” She folded her arms
and stood her ground.
    “They wouldn’t fire you over this. They
don’t expect you to stand between an armed robber and a few boxes.”
    “You don’t know that.”
    “For crying out loud, woman.” He