I pocket the phone, check my surroundings, and then make a move towards Lauren’s computer. I have to know what she’s typing. She chose the table the farthest away from the coffee counter, with a wall behind her. You don’t sit there unless you have something to hide.
Of course, she’s locked the screen.
Blyad.
I turn around. The hallway to the bathroom is still empty, and it’s been a couple of minutes now. I follow signs to the restroom. The place is quiet, and there are no sounds coming from the bathroom either.
Maybe she’s changing tampons.
I don’t know why that makes my cock twitch.
Because you’re a sick fuck, Rogov.
I turn back around and head back into the coffee shop when suddenly, a pair of hands shoot out in front of me, yanking me into a storage closet with surprising force. A box of flatware clatters to the ground upon entering, my coffee spilling at the edges of my cup, but Lauren seems more bothered with my presence than noise and wasted caffeine.
She pulls a cord to switch on the light.
I immediately grab her wrist and cage her up against the wall before she can open that pretty little mouth of hers.
A surprised gasp leaves her mouth, and I sense a small part of her enjoys this, even if she’s unwilling to admit it. I can see it in her eyes. They flash with a barely noticeable excitement as I set my face inches from hers.
“Not bad. What gave me away?”
“I prefer to keep my secrets to myself.”
“Is that so?” I deepen my stare.
“Ever since my mother died, I learned to keep an eye on my surroundings. There are all kinds of weirdos out there.”
I narrow my eyes. “Is that how you think of me?”
“Why else would you have an obsession?”
“With?”
“Me.”
I smirk. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“For a man in your position, I didn’t think there’d be time in your schedule to follow me around all day.”
I should be annoyed, but I’m impressed. She’s smart, I’ll give her that. Strategic. Vigilant. Like father, like daughter.
“You’re sloppy,” she continues. “For somebody who makes sneaking around and hiding his life’s work.”
I chuckle and pin her wrist up over her head against the wall. A soft moan escapes her lips.
“What if I wanted to get caught?” I flash her a smug look that normally frightens people, but not her. Lauren sustains eye contact and tips her chin like she’s unwilling to back down.
“Is this your idea of flirting?”
“You like it?”
“No. It’s terrible,” she says, eyes still on mine. The green in them catches the light, and they laser into my fucking soul. There’s clearly something different about her. I don’t comeacross many women with her sort of grit and determination. Too bad she’s Watson’s offspring. Even worse that my cock hardens every fucking time I’m in her company.
“Be smart and stop snooping around,” I warn her. “You’re playing with forces you can’t comprehend.”
I let her yank free from my grasp, and walk out, leaving her alone in the storage closet. I debate heading back to the counter and ordering another americano, but the adrenaline from her closeness has me caffeinated enough.
