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“No need for a connection, but get ahold of a list of current residents,” I mutter, letting my eyes shift up to the apartment building from the blueprints in my hands. From my new position, I can’t even see her window. Even so, she’s occupying every corner of my mind.
“Right, consider it done,” Jared says, walking away to make a phone call.
I tell myself to stay focused, keep my head on the work that brought me here. But it’s not enough—I’m drawn to her against my will and find myself rolling the blueprints up and creeping back to the ledge.
The height isn’t what makes my heart hammer in my chest. The girl is now lying on her back on her bed, phone in hand, witha delicate smile on her face. Her pale fingers comb through her cat’s fur.
Need surges through me. I want those fingers on my body, in my hair, gripping me as I—
The desire I feel for her is so strong that it’s unlike anything I have ever experienced before. My heated blood rushes south and my cock hardens in an instant at the mere thought of having her stretched out beneath me. I imagine her threading her fingers through my hair as I kiss a trail down her body, my erection throbbing as I imagine the sting in my hair as she tugs hard at the roots to push my head down to her cunt.
I take a deep breath. I’m getting ahead of myself. I might be rolling in cash, but I’m just a builder. I’m known for being exacting and cold and ruthless, and the rumors of my more nefarious connections in this city aren’t necessarily unfounded. I get shit done, but it comes at a cost.
And now I’m spying on a pretty bird through her window. I’m letting the sight of her turn me on, even as I yearn to learn who she is. That joy she had on her face as she danced, the softness of her expression … She had me utterly captivated.
Every cell in me craves her now, in every single way.
I wonder if my little dancing stranger can feel my gaze as I watch her from afar. If she can feel me staking my claim before anyone else can. Does she sense that she’s mine yet? Does she know how much I need her?
“Sir.”
I breathe out slowly and turn to face Jared once more. His phone is in his hand and while he’s trying to look composed, he has a satisfied glint in his eyes.
“I have the list for you.”
“Good,” I grunt at him, turning to catch one last glance at my little bird as she rests after her dancing.
Wait for me, my dove. Soon, I’ll make you mine.
Chapter One
Birdie
Kill. Me. Now.
If there is ever a time for the earth to open up and swallow me whole, this is it. Sweep my existence from the face of the planet. Just do me this one solid, Mother Nature! I will never ask for anything else, I promise!
I’m no stranger to embarrassing moments—no one is, you know? Especially when you’re a streamer like I am. I’ve had my voice crack in the middle of sentences. I’ve had my cat knock over my drink on my desk. I’ve even burped right into my microphone! I was absolutely mortified, and I’m so bad at playing things like that off.
But this … this is perhaps the worst thing I’ve ever had happen on a stream ever.
One minute, I was walking my viewers—all two thousand of those tuned in—and the next, I was sprawled out on the ground. My chair had taken the chance to spontaneously fall apart right beneath my ass, and of course, I screamed. Like a total idiot.
You see, I’m a video game streamer. I play cozy games and talk about whatever is happening in my life while I do so. Sometimes it’s about a new skin care product I tried, or maybe my cat’s latest vet visit. Sometimes it’s just about my day! Regardless of what I’m talking about, my subscribers like tuning in for a little quiet moment or a chance for some relaxing vibes. Even morepeople watch my edited content after I post it to YouTube, and between the two, I manage to make a modest income.
Typically, I don’t have that many people watching me live, but today was a big day for me. And of course, I figured out how to completely blow it.
For a moment, I can’t make myself do or say anything. In my headphones, the game’s music is still playing. Beneath me, my chair is in multiple pieces. I can hear the rapid chime of my stream’s chat going wild, and it makes my heart race painfully.
“Um … I …”
Heat floods my cheeks as I stare up at my computer screen, watching my chat go bonkers. I can see that my camera shows an empty screen, almost as if I was never there. My character on the screen is waiting to be moved, and all of my programs are still running and recording everything happening.
I just know that if I were to rewind the footage, I’d hear my silly scream in all of its awful glory.
I want to die. This is awful.
Carefully, I stand. I take a deep breath and lean over my desk to get my face in my camera. I pause my game, and then look over my stream’s chat. It looks like most people are worried about me, but a few people are giggling about the moment as well.
