Dean's eyes flicked to Aurora Sterling, who was still sleeping with her eyes closed, and his brow tightened. "I don't know any more than you do. Don't ask that kind of question in front of outsiders again."
Blondie knew Dean was being cautious because of Aurora Sterling, so he let out a laugh. "The girl's asleep, and we've got her hands and feet tied. She's dead meat sooner or later. What tricks could she possibly pull?"
Even though he knew there was no escape for Aurora Sterling now, Dean kept his mouth firmly shut, refusing to say a single word about their boss.
Seeing that Dean was unwilling to say more, Blondie had no choice but to drop it. His eyes fell back on Aurora Sterling.
She was wearing a light pink pajama set, and a sliver of her pale white calf peeked out from her silky pajama bottoms. Only the four middle buttons of her top were fastened, revealing her perfectly curved collarbones and her toned, flat stomach.
