Chloe rose swiftly. “If I knew, Jack, I would tell you, really I would. However, since I do not know, I am no psychic after all; you will need to find another source of information. She has left our fair country without so much as a note to me or my associate. Now in the future when you pay us a visit, would you be so kind as to remove that hat?!?”
Her performance was perfect, but nearing the end her voice squeaked, giving away her anger. It was enough for Jack Mason. He leaned toward her.
“I got a rise out of you, didn’t I, sweetheart?” He kissed her suddenly, jamming his tongue down her throat. Chloe backed away, keeping her face as still as stone. Any provocation was enough for him.
“Leave my office. Now.” She knew she couldn’t strike him while he was there on business of the Yard. Her voice was low and dangerous. Jack Mason by profession was good at sensing danger. He also liked to tempt the tempest when he had the chance.