Avit kissed me again, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, but his face began to fade, the warmth of his body dissolving as my name grew louder and louder…
My eyes snapped open.
I blinked, disoriented.
“Mrs. Safin?” Wexler called from the other side of my bedroom door.
I shot a glance at my nightstand clock. It was one in the morning. Shit.
A spike of panic hit me. Did something happen to Avit?
I raced to the door, ignoring the dampness in my panties, and yanked it open.
“Is Avit okay? Is something wrong?” I blurted, wide-eyed.
“Mr. Safin is fine.” He held out a phone. Wait, is that my phone? “He’s on the line. He said it’s urgent.”
I grabbed it. “Hello?”
“Hey, Sienna. Sorry to wake you, but I need your help,” Avit said, rushed.
“Sure, what’s up?”
“I need you to go to the office and work on your laptop there,” he said quickly. “Leave the office door open. Wexler will stand outside in case I need him.”
“Okay. I’m going now.” I turned to Wexler, who was trailing me down the steps. “You’re with me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded.
As soon as I sank into my chair, I asked, “What do you need?”
“Your father stole from us again. I tracked the goods to a delivery service facility.”
I swallowed hard. Dammit Dad!
I forced myself to focus on what Avit was saying. “I'm going to give you the codes for all the goods that Jasper was supposed to deliver tonight, since I have no idea what he took.”
There was a pause on the phone and the rustling of paper before he spoke again. “And Sienna…don't let your father know that we're on to him. Got it?”
I couldn’t believe he actually thought I’d call my dad and warn him. Please. Over the past week, Avit and I had gotten…closer. Not sex close, not again. But every morning, he gave me this light kiss on the lips that lingered way longer than it should.
Then came the look in his eyes. A look that always said he wanted more, like he was holding himself back.
Maybe he regretted that night. Maybe he didn’t want me to feel bad. Or maybe, more likely, he still saw me as a piece on his damn chessboard, something he needed to keep calm, controlled, and compliant.
But whatever.
“Yup. Got it,” I said, slightly annoyed. “You said something about codes?”
Over the next twenty-five minutes, Avit fed me the license codes for all the products.
“Okay,” I said, fingers flying over the keys. “Now I’ll hack into the company’s system, add the codes, and set it so that the second any of them are logged, I get an alert.”
“Good.”
An hour later, after finishing the setup, I leaned back. “This company only deals with other delivery companies. So wherever it goes after here isn’t the final stop.”
“Which means someone’s being careful covering their tracks,” Avit said over the speaker.
