“If it’ll help, I’ll meet Hale half way to acquire your clothes,” he kindly offers.
“What are you going to do to keep Brazen at bay for this entire next week?” I mumble.
“I won’t have to do anything. Brazen will be swamped with finding these suspects for you to grill. You’ll be at camp, he’ll be blazing through the inner cities we don’t usually go in. It’s doubtful you’ll even have a moment alone together. Plus, he promised me he’d be a complete professional if I sent him with you.”
Well at least that’s some relief.
I jump in the shower, and the eerie feeling of someone watching me sends creeped-out chills all over my body. I jerk the shower curtain open, but there’s no one there. I look around, but there’s no trace of anyone having been in there. I continue with washing my hair, but I can’t shake the thought of eyes being on me. I rinse my sudsy hair quickly, and then I look out once more.
Something feels off, odd, and out of place. I clutch my towel to me as I slip out of the shower. I know there is someone lurking even if I can’t see them, but there’s no one in the room with me at all. The steam caused from the scalding shower forces a fogged surface over what seems to be only air. I tilt my head curiously, and then I use my gift to find what I can’t see.
The moment the fogged surface is ripped free from the wall, I gasp loudly.
It’s a fucking micro-camera.
I rush out of the room holding the wireless contraption, and Hale walks in to see my panic.
“What the hell?” he prompts while dropping my bag to the floor.
“Where’s Clay?” I gush out.
“I just passed him. He’s heading downstairs. What’s wrong?”
I don’t say anything. I just hand him my small findings, and his eyes grow as panicked and worried as mine while cautioning me to stay quiet. He grabs my bag, and then he pulls me out of the apartment in my towel-wrapped state.
“What if-”
“Not here. My office has constant screenings and scans to ensure privacy, and it’s soundproof. Wait until we get there. I’ll text Clay to tell him where to meet us.”
I cling to his side as he dials a number, and then I catch a few nasty looks from some of the girls walking through the hallway. I’m sure this looks far more scandalous than it actually is.
Hale’s arm slides back around me after he puts his phone away, and I’m relieved no one else is going to be checking me out in my towel when we dart into his office.
“Now, where the hell did you find this?” he asks with fear still slightly etched in his tone.
“It was inside the bathroom wall with the small lens being the only thing exposed. I wouldn’t have found it at all if it hadn’t fogged up in the bathroom,” I reveal while pulling some clothes from my bag.
“How in the hell did you even think to look for it?”
“I felt eyes on me. After spending so many weeks in solitude, I learned to feel when someone was watching.”
He grips his head in frustration, and then his eyes drift over to me as I pull my underwear on under the towel.
“I’ll call Brazen and tell him there has been a change in plans. I don’t want you out there at all now,” he murmurs with a touch of breathlessness, and then my eyes look up to meet his.
“It was meant to spy on Clay, not me. They need me to interrogate.”
His eyes stay focused on mine, and I know that look hiding within their hybrid blue ravaging promise.
Oh fuck.
His lips are on mine before I can think anymore, and I feel my back pressed against the desk as he jerks my hips against him. I don’t fight it… I can’t.
My legs are wrapped around his waist, and I hear the tearing of my underwear as the towel finally exhausts its efforts to stay on me. It unfolds to reveal my body, and I feel his clothes dampening against my still wet skin. His lips savagely cover mine, and the throbbing I’ve been fighting begs to be fully sated. I physically ache for him right now, and I rise up to jerk his pants free from his body.
His salaciously grinning lips close over mine again as he slams into me. I moan out my pleasure as his lips continue stroking mine, and he slams into me again. His breath pours into my mouth as it brings me to his oasis taste.
I have to stop this. It’ll just confuse him. It’ll confuse me.
