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“What do we know about Stilton?” asked Brock.
“Very affluent. Lots of old money,” said Seth, who was accompanying them. “It’s close to Stanford University. But it’s also a very small town. The town is home to a lot of the old, wealthy kind of families, but there aren’t a lot of new people moving in. From what I can tell, the old guard in town likes it that way.”
“Most of California started digitizing their records fifteen years or so ago. Stilton,” said Damon, who had Miley sitting in his lap, “resisted and has only started an initiative maybe five years ago. They cite lack of funding, but it’s a whole lot easier to get away with shit if your records aren’t digitized.”
“Why is that important?” asked Alicia.
“Because it means we’re going to have to search most everything by hand, and it isn’t hackable by Seth or Sully.”
“Do we know what we’re looking for?”
“No, but my guess is we’ll know it when we see it.”
* * *
Stilton, California
When they landed at the private airport, Damon had arranged for three SUVs to meet them and whisk them off to the winter home of a friend who owed Damon and didn’t ask questions. Luckily the place came with a chef and housekeeper who knew how to keep their mouths shut.
Exhausted, they made their way to the bedroom they would share. Alicia wanted to take a shower and when she came out, Brock was sound asleep. She’d come out naked and so grabbed one of his t-shirts to sleep in.
She grinned as she stared at his sleeping figure; this would be good blackmail material someday. She pulled off his shoes and managed to get him stripped down just to his underwear. His cock must have sensed it was her and not Brock getting him undressed and made its presence known by tenting his boxer briefs. Resisting temptation and wanting to honor his feelings about her being a married woman, she turned off the light and cuddled up to him.
His arm came around her pulling her close. “Don’t think that I didn’t know what you were doing, baby girl. Much as I want to make love to you, I don’t want to be rushed and we’re both exhausted. Tomorrow and the next few days are going to be exhausting, and it’s important that everyone is at their sharpest.”
“I don’t think Damon agrees with your assessment. I’d be willing to bet a lot of money he’s having his way with Miley as we speak.”
“I wouldn’t take that bet, but I’ve seen Miley do her job with no sleep at all, and they can sleep in. I want to get the lay of the land tomorrow. Maybe we can just head out in the morning, and you can get me familiar with the place.”
“I can do that. Brock, I never expected to get involved with you, although I have had some of the dirtiest fantasies about you.”
He chuckled. “You’ll have to tell Daddy all about those naughty girl thoughts. Go to sleep, baby girl.”
Snuggling close to him, she didn’t even have time to say goodnight before she was fast asleep.
The sound of the waves and the smell of salt air roused Alicia from her deep and peaceful sleep. Rennault had found her, and yet, she’d never slept better. Knowing she was Brock’s ‘baby girl’ seemed to settle something deep inside her that she’d been at odds with for a long time. She was safe, and even though he hadn’t said it, she was pretty sure he was in love with her, which was good because she was most definitely in love with him.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” he said from the balcony. “Come on outside and have some coffee. They’re bringing us some breakfast.”
She rolled out of bed and stretched, realizing that when she did so, just the slightest bit of her lightly fuzzed sex showed. She knew from doing her reading that some Doms liked their subs totally bare; she’d need to ask Brock about that. Subs… she was Brock’s sub, and she was perfectly okay with that.
“So, I have a couple of questions,” she said.
“Ask away.”
“Most often when I see Damon and Miley together, Miley is sitting in his lap.”
Brock nodded. “They both find it soothing. You can always tell when Miley is in trouble as Damon makes her sit at his feet. The same is true of King and Royce, although I’m not sure Camille ever gets in trouble.”
“So, if I want to sit in your lap, do I need to ask permission?”
The grin he gave her was as lecherous as they came. “I hereby give you permission to sit in my lap anytime you like.”
“So, if we’re sitting in the conference room at a meeting, you’d be okay with that?” she asked, sitting down in his lap.
“Okay? Given I’m the only guy in Chicago whose sub works there as well, and therefore the only one where it might come up, oh hell yeah, I’m okay with it. I have to tell you I spent some time in London, and I was always jealous of the guys whose women also worked for Cerberus. I sat through many meetings being jealous of the guys who had their women in their laps.”
“Next question, can I just sleep in your t-shirt? I don’t have anything remotely sexy, although Camille says when the dust settles, she’ll take me shopping.”
