I pushed into the staff locker room, and saw her sitting on one of the benches, untying the laces on her shoes. Her brown top was wet.
“What happened?”
She jolted and pressed a hand to her chest. “You scared me. You need to make more noise.”
“Are you okay?”
She held up a hand. “Ease up, I’m fine. I spilled some floor cleaner on myself.” Her nose wrinkled. “I smell like a pine forest.”
“There are worse things to smell like.”
“Not when you smellthismuch like a pine forest. My eyes are watering.” She stood and moved behind her open locker door. Then, without hesitating, she pulled her wet shirt over her head.
Fuck.
I couldn’t see anything except smooth bare shoulders and her arms. Still, I turned and listened to the rustling as she got dressed. My cock was hard in my pants. My brain went where it shouldn’t, wondering if she was wearing any panties today under those sensible work pants.
“Okay, I’m decent.”
When I turned back, she was wearing another uniform.
“What do you need, Caden?” she asked.
You. I gritted my teeth. “I need your help.”
Her eyebrows winged up and she shot me a suspicious look. “Really? After all that alpha male overprotectiveness—” she lowered her voice “—Stay away from them, Allie.” She studied me. “You asking for my help was the last thing I expected.”
“I said you could help me. That we’d do this together.”
“I didn’t think you truly meant it.”
“I always mean what I say.”
Her gray gaze wandered over my face. “Yes, I think you do. So, what can I help you with?”
I stepped closer. “I need you to plant a bug in their room.”
Her eyes went wide, then she clapped her hands together and grinned. “Really? My God, that is so cool.”
I shook my head at her excitement.
“I’ll be like James Bond.” She gave a little shimmy.
Damn, I liked seeing her happy. “Allie, keep your voice down.”
“Oh, right.” Her gaze darted around the empty locker room.
She moved closer and I smelled traces of the pine-fresh scent of the cleaner, but it didn’t fully mask the scent of pure Allie coming through.
“Isn’t bugging a room illegal?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“Ooh.”
“Whatever we hear wouldn’t be admissible, but I’m hoping it gives us some leads. That it’ll lead us to the evidence we need to stop them.” Finding their stash of drugs would be best.
“Right, so what’s the plan?”
