She shot me a look, but I merely found it cute. Like a little kitten trying to roar at me when all it could do was mew. She reached for the groceries, and I had to force myself to stay put. I couldn’t go inside with her. She was exhausted. She needed rest. And I needed time to sift through her cloned phone.
Plus, I still wanted to keep a watch on her place.
“Sure you don’t want to come in for a bit?” she asked before another yawn attacked her jawline.
“I’m sure,” I said with a smirk beneath my mask. “Maybe the next time your boss gives you some time off, we could get together, though. I could give you my number? In case you need anything?”
She walked her groceries into her apartment before doubling back to me. “Like if my car battery dies again?”
“Or if something else goes on it,” I said with a shrug.
She nodded as she patted herself down, and then peered over her shoulder at her purse. She held up a finger to me before backtracking into her space, and when she emerged again, she had her unlocked phone held out toward me.
“Number, please,” she said with a bright smile.
Who in the world could refuse such a smile?
I typed in my burner phone number as well as the clubhouse number. We never gave that out to people, it was usually reserved for club members only. But, I overheard both my president and his second-in-command giving their women the number, just in case of an emergency.
I figured this was enough of an emergency for her to have that number as well.
“There you go,” I said as I handed her phone back. “The first number is my cell, the second number is the landline. If you can’t get me on my cell, the second number is your best bet.”
I watched her do something on her phone before I felt mine vibrate, and then she beamed that bright white smile back up at me. “Now you’ve got my number, too.”
My cock lurched at the thought. “Good.”
She yawned again as she thumbed over her shoulder. “Sure you don’t want to come in for a quick snack? It’s the least I can do for all you did for me today.”
“Your number is payment enough.”
She blushed again. “Are you sure? I make a mean walking taco.”
But then she yawned again and it only pushed me onward. “We’ll raincheck the video game plans for another time when you’ve had some rest.”
She looked genuinely disappointed, and my cock only lurched more. Fucking hell, I needed to wank one out of my system. It was better this way, anyway. Safer. She was a target for whoever the fuck was following her. She was my mark for information. Things were way too complicated for me to add sex and lust into the mix.
But those eyes…
I bet they’d look lovely staring up at me with those plump lips of hers wrapped around my?—
“Will you let me know when you get to work safely?” she asked.
I snapped out of it. “Of course.”
She smiled softly as she closed the door. “Okay. Drive safely.”
“Rest even safer.”
She giggled before her door latched closed, and it took every ounce of energy that I had to make my way back down to my bike. I looked up at the windows as I mounted my bike, wondering if she was peering down at me. But with her apartment being a studio apartment on the front side of the building, I was hard-pressed to believe that any of those back windows on the third floor were her place. And when I didn’t see any shadows moving behind the windows, I pulled my phone out.
I pulled up the application that allowed me to continue to monitor the cameras in her place from my cell.
“Gotcha,” I muttered.
Just in case she was listening, I struck up my bike and revved the engine. I placed my cell back in my pocket and rode out of the parking lot, circling back around. I drove for a few milesaway from her place until I knew for certain my bike engine had faded into the distance.
Then I traveled back around to her place.
