Heath bars and Tic Tacs. Reid’s guilty pleasures.
Message received?
I watch you too, baby.
And unlike you, I don’t leave evidence.
He’s like me.
And that’s why the moment he sees this shit?
He’s going to come in his pants like a fucking romantic.
By the time I get to the burger place he’s already at his table, eyes down on his papers.
I pull my long coat tight, covering my pretty soft pinks in drab grey.
His driver window is cracked because Reid is arrogant enough to think no one would dare.
Cute.
I open the door and slide into the driver seat.
The gifts go on the passenger seat.
Oh.
Oh yes.
I spot the stack of Moleskines in the center console.
Neat. Labeled. Begging to be violated.
It’d be rude not to.
I tug them out. Flip one open.
Snort.
First one?
Boring-ass procedural bullshit.
Witness says... timeline... affidavit... snooze.
My phone buzzes. It’s the group chat.
Callum: Baby when’s our Russian arriving? Orion’s getting weird about the timeline.
I text back one-handed.
Me: Tomorrow. I’m asking Reid out the next day.
Elliot: Group or solo destruction?
Me: You all get one solo date. I have to sample the equipment before I bring it home.
Orion: No way with balls that big is his dick mediocre.
