“Excuse me, do I know you?” she asked, peering past the guys in interest.
“I don’t think so.” My voice came out in a high, nervous squeak that sounded nothing like my normal voice. My stomach twisted into knots when Anna appeared even more interested, taking another step forward, her gaze darting over my face.
“But you look so familiar . . .” Her eyes snapped up a smidge and then back down to meet mine. “And so, you know, those bobby pins are out of whack.”
“Err, thanks.” My lips pressed together, and I shot Robin a death glare for not mentioning the pins. We were on a heist, but honestly, I needed to look like someone at work—not a hot mess.
He must have interpreted the look as something else, though, because his demeanor changed on the spot and he shifted between Anna and me.
Leaning against the wall, he focused on my co-worker, eyes twinkling and a sexy grin spreading across his face. “Cynthia’s new on the floor. We were showing her the ropes. But I’ve seenyouaround, and I’m wondering how we’ve never been introduced. You’re in that acrobatic show, right?”
Anna’s eyes lit up. That someone would believe that she was a hot Vegas performer was her dream come true. She looked Robin up and down and must have liked what she saw. The next second her chest jutted out ever so slightly as she took a step closer to him.
“We must have been missing each other,” Anna purred. “I’m usually working . . . all over the casino. Thank goodness I was back here so we could run into each other today.” She placed a hand on Robin’s chest.
My lips pressed together as jealousy reared its ugly head.
Robin leaned in closer. “I’m glad we caught each other too, Miss—?”
“Anna Shay.”
“Anna.” Robin beamed. “I love that name. I’m Rob. And at the risk of sounding too forward, I’m hoping that maybe we can meet up sometime? I don’t have my phone on me—floor regulations, you know—but can I get your number?”
Frustration twisted my gut. “Shouldn’t we get going?” I asked, careful to alter my voice, so it sounded high like before. I hated it but might as well be consistent. “Don’t I have new hire paperwork to fill out?”
Anna shot me an annoyed look before turning back to Robin. Then the hussy placed a hand on her breast, allowing it to linger there before pulling a small notepad out of the shirt pocket.
I stifled an eye roll. Who really kept notepads in their breast pocket?! Only someone who wanted to draw attention to their boobs—which judging by how Robin’s eyes had dropped, had worked like a charm. My fists clenched. Damn him.
“Here you go, sweet thing.” She jotted her number down. “I have nights off.” Robin extended his hand to take it, but she tucked the paper into his shirt pocket and gave him a coy smile.
“Excellent,” Robin rasped, playing the part a touch too convincingly for my liking. “I look forward to seeing you again, Miss Shay.”
“Back atcha,” Anna purred. She shot me one last loaded glance, before sashaying down the hall, hips swinging and ass swaying.
“I thought for sure she’d recognized you,” Munchie said once Anna was safely around the corner. “Way to act fast, Robin.”
I snorted. “Like he didn’t love flirting with her.”
Munchie and Will shot me looks of surprise, but Robin just shook his head.
“Can you guys give Mar and I a mo—”
“We don’t have time for amoment,” I cut him off and pushed past him, wishing that the heist was already over, and I could put physical distance between us. Thankfully, at that exact moment, the comm buzzed, and Tuck’s voice, punctuated by the whirring of the jackpot machines, filled my ears.
“How’s everyone doing?” our hacker asked. “Alan is ready to jump onstage, and the others are in position. Is it time for a distraction yet?”
“Get him on that stage,” I answered before anyone else could. “We’re nearly to the heart of the casino.”
The vaults were located far away from the floor, past the managerial offices. They were both high-tech and old-fashioned, which was why we needed TinkerandMunchie on the job.
But first, we needed to distract as many wolf-shifter guards as possible. We needed an event that would rock the casino floor and send them flooding toward it.
“Mar’s right,” Robin said, his tone tight from our disagreement. “Sorry we didn’t mention it sooner. We got held up. You guys will have to move fast.”
“No problem, Boss,” Tuck said. “One distraction coming right up.”
The comm cut out, and I sucked in a breath. The countdown was on. We’d estimated that once the distraction was underway and Tinker took control of the casino’s power grid, we’d only have about five minutes to get the goods and leave.
