Thief at Heart [On Hold.]

Chapter 2

Hey guys. :) So, I guess you guys liked this one better. I'm glad you even liked ONE haha. Well. Heree we go. As time goes on, you might not like it. [I hope not!] But, if you don't, let me know. :)

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 "So this is the contract, this is the monthly rent, and this is your new house key."

I swallowed discreetly. Mr. Tane had automatically assumed that I wanted to rent, and that I was ready to sign papers and pay rent and take keys. I could barely hold down my own rent - how the hell was I supposed to handle double?

I picked up the contract and squinted at the fine print like I knew what I was reading. "So, this is a one week rental period, right?" Mr. Tane didn't answer. I looked up at him, and my voice heightened dangerously. "Right, Mr. Tane?"

"It's Landon," he corrected. "And obviously not; it's a three month contract."

"Three months?" I gasped. "I had no idea. Then, I am not interested. At all," I added for emphasis.

Mr. Tane's green eyes narrowed. "You didn't come to a home as lavish as mine for a one week rental period. You came for something else, didn't you?"

My heart leapt into my throat. I thought I saw a hint of knowledge in his eyes, like he knew exactly why I was here and what I was doing. My mind flashed on endless rows of prison cells, filled with people who had lost everything to their jail cell.

I forced myself to smile brightly, swallowing again, hard. "Of course not! I was joking! Let me call my boyfriend and he can come pay and sign." Pushing back from Mr. Tane's desk, I stepped back into the corner of the room. As I pulled my phone out of my pocket, I took a moment to let my eyes sweep the study. That had to be it, behind the desk. There was no other place.

Carefully, I lowered my gaze to my phone, and speed-dialed Michael. He picked up before the first ring had finished its toll.

"All good?" he asked cheerily, and a bit too loudly.

"Yes, baby. Everything is good. Why don't you come inside, so we can sign the papers for the rent?" I suggested clearly.

Mike hesitated. "Cam? Is that you?"

"Of course. Come inside, now. I'll wait for you at the front door." While Michael might not understand everything else I was saying, he at least understood my clearest message: Meet me at the front door.

Closing my phone, I smiled at Mr. Tane brightly. "I'll go meet him downstairs, and we'll be back up here in a jiffy."

He regarded me with careful green eyes, then nodded once.

I slipped out the door and paused. I was...lost. I forgot that I had no idea where I was going. But, I thought, with a smirk, I had a blueprint to the house. Looking around, I tugged it out of my pocket, checked my location, and found a path to the front door. Stuffing the blueprints back into my back pocket, I looked up. The maid who had been sitting beside me in the kitchen was standing in front of me, looking incredibly pissed.

"What are you doing?" she hissed.

I paused and looked over my shoulder. Turning back to her, I jerked a thumb at my chest and asked, incredulously, "Me?"

Her mouth drew into a singular, tight line. "You shouldn't be up here."

"And why not?" By now, I was too amused to brush her off.

"Because. The master likes privacy, and no one is allowed near his study."

"Then why are you here?"