Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 104127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“Boss.”
I nod to the head of the operation, Rick. I incline my chin to the screen in front of him.
“Bring up footage for the room we put our guest in.”
It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong. But yes, I have cameras in every room of the house. Even mine.
The bedrooms are only monitored when I say so. Case in point, now.
There, on the screen, is a very animated and pissed off Sasha. She’s pacing like a caged animal, walking back and forth across the gray-painted room.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s made a hole in the tread of the cream-colored carpet from the number of times she’s marched the same path. Her mouth opens, and although I don’t have the volume on, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize she’s cursing.
Her hands fly into the air with each step she takes. Then she pivots, faces the camera, and mouths the word, asshole.
That’s undoubtedly for me.
Rick chuckles, which might be a first. I’ve never seen the man exude any emotion.
Sasha would be the one to bring it out in him.
My firefly.
You’re nothing, idiot.
After several minutes, she stops walking right in front of the bed and throws herself onto it. At first, I don’t know what she’s doing, but then I see. Her back rises and falls in staccato motions, and when she tilts her head to the side, I see her jaw tremble.
“Zoom in,” I command Rick, and he does.
My strong girl has broken.
“Shut the camera off,” I snap. “I want a passcode installed on that camera. Only I’ll have access to it. Set up the feed to be sent to my phone.” I spin around, glaring into the side of Rick’s head. “Do you understand?”
“Yeah, boss.”
The idea that any of my men could see her makes me irate. When I first set up the cameras in all the rooms of the house, I never realized anyone would occupy that room. At least nobody I wouldn’t want my men to observe.
What I saw doesn’t sit well with me. There’s an ache in my chest from seeing her that way. I realize that her pain was caused by me. Her hatred…reserved only for me.
A few seconds later, my phone chimes, indicating that I have a message from Rick. I look up at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Click on the link,” he instructs.
“Can I trust you?” I joke. I know I can. He’s someone who has proven his loyalty from day one.
“Yeah, boss. You can,” he responds. His voice was low, with no sarcasm present.
I nod in acceptance. “What next?”
“It’s going to ask you to connect to facial recognition. It’ll scan your face, and then from now on, your ugly mug will be the only one who can access this link.”
“Did you just crack a joke?” I say, grinning.
This is a new side of Rick.
He shrugs, and that’s all I get.
“Thank you,” I say, following his instructions to finish the task. I click on the link, allow the phone to register my face, and then watch her.
She lies in the bed for a few minutes more, her body still. Did she fall asleep?
My heart beats a little faster as I wait for her to do something. Anything.
I don’t like the reaction I’m having.
It pisses me the fuck off.
But no matter how much I want to, I can’t pull my gaze away. In a daze, I leave the security room behind and make my way to my bedroom.
Once in my personal quarters, I shut the door, throw my phone on a chair, sit at a table at the side of the room, and pour myself a glass of scotch. I eye my phone for several minutes, refusing to give in. To watch. I can resist.
The burn of the amber liquid is enough to calm the angry thoughts of why I can’t pull away from her.
Fuck it.
I grab the phone and prop it up, refusing to spend another minute analyzing how fucked I am.
I’m midway through my glass when she gets out of the bed and wipes under her eyes. What happens next has my balls swelling and my dick hardening.
Sasha removes her shirt and steps out of her pants, standing nearly naked in the middle of the room. Her back is turned to me, and my eyes scan the curve of her back all the way to where her thong begins. They travel over the perfect round ass cheeks and down her slender legs. Her golden hair hangs loosely to mid back. She pulls it over one shoulder, turning toward the camera.
A lump forms in my throat, and I have to swallow it down.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
She’s likely about to head to the shower, but as I take her in, I hope she doesn’t. That’s the one room that doesn’t have a camera. There’s no need. Without a window and being on the top floor, there’s no possibility of escape from that room.