The door isn’t locked, something that prickles my nerves. Because it means I probably won’t find anything interesting in here.
But he should have a laptop somewhere.
I pause just inside his space, my stomach igniting with flutters as his bookstore-like scent welcomes me home.
Closing my eyes, I simply inhale, enjoying the aroma. It’s strange but I… Imisshim.
Clearly, I’m insane.
That’s fine.
I’ll embrace it.
But I’m going to find a laptop in the process.
I learn the layout of his room first, taking in the modern decor and masculine touches. He has a large bed, one big enough for a party of five or more. But the sheets are crisp and tucked in. Something tells me Johan did that, not a maid.
It just goes with the rest of his space—organized and tidy.
I bet even his boxers are folded neatly in his drawers. I check and smirk.Yep.
I feel around inside, searching for any valuable tech.
Nothing. Just silky black shorts. I’m tempted to steal one, the inclination hitting me in my chest.
It would be soft in my nest.I shiver but decide to revisit that after I find a computer.
I don’t have a nest here.
And I’m pretty sure I won’t be building one.
Well, mildly sure.
Er, not sure at all.
“Focus,” I chastise myself, shaking my head and forcing myself to move into the adjoining study in his quarters. Obviously, that’s a better place to search for a laptop than his bedroom area, but I’m not sorry for snooping there first.
It only takes me a few seconds to find what I need in his cozy office space. However, I stay for a few minutes to admire his setup.
Four screens. All high-end. There’s a controller that suggests he often uses them for gaming, which explains the executive lounger chair.
He also has more than one laptop.
I take the one connected to the displays on his desk, deciding that must be the favorite.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
I tuck it under my arm, search for a mouse and a few other items, and then head back to my room.
Only to pause on my way past his bed.
“Hmm.” It makes more sense to work in here in case I need something else from his den.
I shrug and climb up onto his bed, then create a makeshift work nest in the pillows.
And open his laptop.
It takes me over ninety minutes to crack through his login.Ninety. Minutes.I’m both impressed and irritated. It’s never taken me more than thirty to break through login encryption before.
