I pout over my shoulder at him but find him still staring between my thighs.
“How would you feel about sitting on my desk with your legs spread so I can keep this pretty view for the rest of the day?”
A giggle fills the room, my head shaking just in case he’s not joking. But he is…right?
FORTY
COLTEN
Ispent years breaking into places just to be close to her while she slept, but here I am sneaking out of bed from beside her? Not something I want to do often.
Pancake lifts her head from where she’s sleeping at Lexi’s feet, letting out an almost silent meow as if to ask me where I’m going.
I stop to give her a quick pat before padding out into the living room, where my laptop rests at the end of the couch.
Something has been nagging at me since we climbed into bed tonight, and I won’t be able to sleep until I look into it, no matter how inconvenient it is to pry my body away from the woman I love.
Now that I’m used to having her in my arms at night, there’s no way we can ever spend a night apart. Realistic? No. But I don’t give a fuck, it’s not happening.
I smirk to myself as I think about how she’s going to react when I tell her she’s spending the night before our wedding right here in our bed with me.
Have we talked about getting married? Nope.
But it’s inevitable.
Maybe we could bypass the whole wedding thing and I could just get her to sign some papers…
Food for thought, but not the task at hand right this second.
It only takes longer than I would like to get past the Fan Faves firewall, but soon I’m combing through their records of creator complaints.
There’s a chance Lexi is his first victim, but the fact he hasn’t made any mistakes makes me think that’s not the case.
He may be highly trained. Military, perhaps. But there’s something here that’s been nagging at me for days. It was only when the lights cut out and Lexi’s soft snores filled the room that it finally clicked into place.
There are a lot of small-time complaints here.
Grievances against subscribers because they got a little too friendly with creators. I’m sure it happens all the time and comes with the territory, and although it’s not okay, it’s not the kind of behavior I’m looking for right now.
They should really have this shit color-coded by severity.
I find a couple of death threats, which I dive into, but they turn out to be all talk and no bite. One lives in his mother’s basement, and if his social media posts are to be believed, he hasn’t stepped outside his house in the last eighteen months. While the other is a barely legal teenager that I add to my list to deal with another day. He’s not my perp, but he very well could be if he continues down the path he’s currently walking.
I’m sure a visit from the Mafia will be enough to scare him straight, and if it’s not…well, hopefully it won’t come to that.
After an hour, I lean back in my chair and sigh. There are thousands of records to go through, and there’s no way I’ll be able to get through them all tonight, but I’m hoping I’m barking up the right tree.
FORTY-ONE
LEXI
Having a cat is literally the best thing in the world, and I will accept no arguments about it.
Pancake races across the apartment after the toy I just threw. We’ve been at this for twenty minutes, and she’s still bringing the little mouse back to me after she bats it around the place in a sign of dominance.
Yep, you heard that right, Pancake plays fetch.
The first time I threw it for her, she brought it right back, and now she insists on playing no less than four times a day.
