“You’re being watched.”
“Good morning to you, bro,” Mitch retorted.
“Yeah, whatever. There’s a black SUV outside, with two men inside it. They’ve been there since dawn,” Diar said.
“Are you sure it’s me and not you?” It was a valid question. Diar was as rich as him and a valuable hostage.
“Why would Sealgair Uilebheist worry about me? I’m useless, but you, heir to the Weideman throne, you’re anything but.”
“You’re certain they’re Sealgair Uilebheist?” Mitch asked. Why would they be bothering with him? Alfred and Alexander knew how he felt. Why send minions to watch him?
“Definitely. They have that musclebound blank look to their expression. You know, me big brute, no brain,” Diar teased, and Mitch swallowed a laugh.
“Ignore them, I’ve no intention of going back into the fold. Alfred and Alexander can’t force me, and if they try, then leaks happen,” Mitch replied. His mind was working overtime. Why now, and what were they after? Alfred and Alexander knew he wouldn’t return to that life. They were up to something. The question was: what?
Chapter Seven.
Jess/Loch Ness Monster
Another month had passed, and that made three since Jess last seen Mitch, but she’d kept tabs on him. Mitch had become the star of Jess’s own private reality show. Jess asked Mary Worth to spell a small mirror she could carry around so Jess could check on Mitch. And he dug deeper into her heart until it became almost unbearable.
Jess had watched Mitch jog, work out, create designs, eat, sleep, and even shower. Twice, she’d caught him masturbating, which in turn led to Jess seeking her own release. Mitch was fast becoming an obsession for her, as she was for him. Several times, Mitch spoke his thoughts out loud, and Jess was in them. It was a boost that he’d not forgotten her, and Jess could tell he regretted their last meeting.
But today… today had undone her.
She’d caught Mitch in the shower a few times and admired his fit, muscled body. Only he’d also been masturbating, and as Mitch came, he’d called her name. Now Jess was biting her nails and wondering what to do. The obvious thing would be to let Mitch go, but Jess was incapable of doing that. The yearning shefelt to be close to him was overwhelming. Taking a deep breath, Jess made a decision.
Mitch
“I’m about to be kicked out by your guards if you don’t come down,” Jess said to Mitch.
“What?” he exclaimed, sitting up.
“You heard me. Your receptionist thinks I’m some female fatale or a crazy stalker and called security,” Jess replied, amused.
“Don’t move! I’m coming,” Mitch ordered.
“Might not have a choice; these are brawny guys. Hey, let go!” Jess squealed.
“Put me on the loudspeaker!” Mitch commanded as he rounded his desk and headed for the door. He burst through it, surprising his personal assistant, and literally jogged to the elevator. Jabbing impatiently at the buttons, Mitch growled.
“Your lord and master wants me to place him on hands-free. Now, behave!” Jess scolded someone. “Mitch, you’re live!”
“If anyone touches her, you’re fired. If she tries to leave the building, sit on her and I’ll give you a bonus,” Mitch promised, giving up on the lift and heading for the stairs. He burst through the door and took them two at a time.
Jess was sitting demurely when Mitch rushed into the reception. By the look his receptionist and security guards sent him, Mitch must have appeared like a madman. He didn’t care. Jess was here, and she looked wonderful.
“Follow me,” Mitch ordered, and Jess rolled her eyes. Mitch smiled; he couldn’t help it. Jess would never docilely obey. “Please, Jess.”
“Fine,” she said, getting to her feet. Mitch reached for her hand and hesitated. Jess moved away slightly, and Mitch let it drop. He wouldn’t push her. Jess had extended an olive branch, and that was what mattered.
“Come on, we’ll head to my office,” Mitch suggested. Jess nodded and followed him to the elevator. To his disbelief, it opened immediately. Where was the damn thing when he’d been rushing to reach reception? In silence, they headed upstairs to his office, where Mitch ignored the curious stares of his employees.
“Can I get you a drink?” Mitch asked as they passed Alice.
Alice smirked, and Mitch scowled. The woman had no fear of him.
“I’m fine, thank you,” Jess replied.
