“I need more of my equipment to deal with this. Don’t go spilling your secret hopes and dreams in any of the other rooms since we haven’t confirmed no one is listening.”
“Course not. That’s what my diary is for.”
“Unicorn cover?”
“And a shit-ton of glitter.”
Glitch opened his mouth to say something, but movement on his screen caught his attention. Brows lowered, he muttered, “What the hell?”
My gut clenched, expecting the worst as I shifted to look over his shoulder.
That tension threatened to settle somewhere lower.
It didn’t matter that I could only see the bottom half of the woman standing near the curb with her body faced away. I recognized the rounded ass.
A rounded ass that began swaying in barely perceptible movements. Small circles. Hip shakes. Subtle bouncing.
Even as the footage skipped and stuttered, the movement was enough to have me fighting a hard-on for my new employee.
“Someone you know?” Glitch asked.
Mayhem was aware of the entire situation, including the undercover aspect. They caught a lot of whispers doing what they did, so being in the know would allow them to keep an ear out if shit was gonna go sideways.
“That’d be the detective,” I said.
“That’s her?” He shook his head. “I can think of a few brothers who’d like to turn themselves in for jaywalking.”
“You’re a taken man.”
He gave me a dopey, lovesick smile that said he knew that and was damn happy about it. “Didn’t say I was one of them.”
The impulsive order pushed from my mouth before I could control it—and that was exactly the fuckin’ problem. “Put the word out that she’s off-limits. Sooner she sees there’s nothing here, sooner she’s gone. I don’t want her finding a reason to stick around longer.”
“That the only reason?”
No.
“Yeah.”
He lifted his shoulder. “I’ll tell them. Can’t guarantee they’ll listen.”
I glanced down at the screen just as she did a small gyrating turn that moved her closer to the door. The video smoothed out long enough that we could see her mouth moving.
“What is she doing?” he asked.
“I think she’s singing. Or hyping herself up.”
Real question is whether it’s the case that has her intimidated…
Or me.
Glitch raised his focus from the screen to look at me. “This is gonna be fun.”
“It’s gonna be nothing,” I corrected.
“Why not? Seems like the perfect distraction since she’s just here temporarily.”
There was not a damn thing perfect about the kind of distraction she would be—ifI let her.
