Instead, I latch on to what he just said. “That’s your power.”
He nods. “I’m a tracker. Not only do I sense people, but I can find anyone, anywhere, at any time. Remember that, Alexa.” The cool warning at the end of his little speech sinks into my body and I look into the bubbles as I realize that I’ll never be able to hide from Tylin and his crew.
The Lifeless League trained these men. And they took that training and are using it to their own advantage.
Looking back up toward Mouse, I find myself staring at the empty space he was occupying a second before. Damn, that guy is good.
I’m suddenly alone.
It was stupid of me to underestimate Mouse. He’s just as much of a threat as the rest of them; maybe more. It’s always the quiet ones.
Nine
Tylin’s Résumé
An assortmentof sexy dreams assaults me that night. I blame it on my pathetic sex-less life, but deep down, I know it’s the newfound attention of my new teammates.
I hope they know I’m a shitty teammate. I’m trained to look out for myself. I’ve never had another person to rely on or take care of.
But that doesn’t stop the smutty dreams from blessing my mind.
Strangely, it isn’t one man in particular that takes the lead in my sweet dreams.
It’s all of them.
An embarrassing moan wakes me. My eyes fling open, the sound of my pounding heart fills my ears. Mouse cocks a dark brow at me from over the rim of his glasses. He sits atop the old dresser like a mischievous cat waiting for a mouse to come out and play. His chest is more defined in the morning sunlight. Hard lines are etched against his body from beneath the thin white tee -shirt.
My body stiffens around the tangled sheets and I notice my hand is poised low on my stomach.
“Please, don’t stop on my account. By all means, continue.” His hands clasp between his legs and he waits with eager interest.
My eyes close with slight mortification and my head tips back against the pillow. A deep breath shakes through my lungs. If I knew Mouse for longer than eight hours, he’d be in for an interesting show.
He speaks and the closeness of his voice makes my heart want to leap from my chest.
“You know, it seems to me you have a distracting problem.” He looks down on me as he lies back lazily against my pillow.
The white sheets make his hair seem impossibly darker.
He fucking joined me in bed, and I never even noticed a single movement. This guy’s amazing and creepy all at the same time.
I push from the bed, not nearly as gracefully as he apparently is. His gaze skims across my bare legs, pausing on the small fabric of my underwear. He’s quiet and watchful, and it makes an energy twirl through my chest from his abundance of attention.
He seems shy, but the way he’s undressing me right now with his eyes tells me his thoughts aren’t nearly as innocent as he seems. The heated look in his eyes takes in every single inch of my body. He’s careful, thought out, and sweet, but his dark assessing gaze hints to something else.
“If it’ll help, I’ll just turn my back and you can bang out this tension you seem to be carrying.”
Bang out.
He really just said bang out when referring to masturbation.
“I’d love to.” I pause. Deliberately, if I’m being honest. His gaze widens and he seems to be hanging on my every word. “Maybe I’ll just push aside my panties,” my fingers toy with the top of my white underwear, “and slip my fingers underneath,” three fingers push just slightly under the elastic band. He actually sits up slightly, giving me his fullest attention, “Or,” my hand pulls back completely, my middle finger raised affectionately just for him, “maybe I’ll do my fucking job today.”
A half smirk tilts his lips just as I turn and start pulling out my clothes for the day from the dresser he was just occupying.
“What’s on the Lifeless Agenda today?” His voice passes by me, making my eyes close as I try to calm the near heart attack in my chest.
He and I are going to have a serious talk. Maybe I’ll buy him a bell to wear around his neck.
