Pocketing the ring he'd stolen not long ago, he dropped his leg back down and leaned forward, pretending to be interested and hard working. Now he had the ring, he had leverage. He didn't have to pawn it right away, he could just wait until Hobi came and got it. He didn't think he'd be killed for it. He hoped. He really hoped. He never could help himself.

Danger was such a turn on. "You may have to do it for me. I can never help myself around pretty boys. It's a problem, really. I'm the victim." Leaning forward, he placed his hand on Hobi's bicep and leaned forward, pretending to be interested in his paperwork. "The planners will be here in five minutes. What shall I do while you work?"