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He shrugs, and that’s all I get.
“Thank you,” I say, following his instructions to finish the task. I click on the link, allow the phone to register my face, and then watch her.
She lies in the bed for a few minutes more, her body still. Did she fall asleep?
My heart beats a little faster as I wait for her to do something. Anything.
I don’t like the reaction I’m having.
It pisses me the fuck off.
But no matter how much I want to, I can’t pull my gaze away. In a daze, I leave the security room behind and make my way to my bedroom.
Once in my personal quarters, I shut the door, throw my phone on a chair, sit at a table at the side of the room, and pour myself a glass of scotch. I eye my phone for several minutes, refusing to give in. To watch. I can resist.
The burn of the amber liquid is enough to calm the angry thoughts of why I can’t pull away from her.
Fuck it.
I grab the phone and prop it up, refusing to spend another minute analyzing how fucked I am.
I’m midway through my glass when she gets out of the bed and wipes under her eyes. What happens next has my balls swelling and my dick hardening.
Sasha removes her shirt and steps out of her pants, standing nearly naked in the middle of the room. Her back is turned to me, and my eyes scan the curve of her back all the way to where her thong begins. They travel over the perfect round ass cheeks and down her slender legs. Her golden hair hangs loosely to mid back. She pulls it over one shoulder, turning toward the camera.
A lump forms in my throat, and I have to swallow it down.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
She’s likely about to head to the shower, but as I take her in, I hope she doesn’t. That’s the one room that doesn’t have a camera. There’s no need. Without a window and being on the top floor, there’s no possibility of escape from that room.
I want a few more minutes to watch her. To see her completely bared to me.
What the hell?
Even thinking the words makes me feel like a creeper. She doesn’t know I’m watching, which just makes it wrong. I shut off the feed just as she lifts her hands up to remove her bra. I can’t do it. Can’t watch when she’s vulnerable.
I might be a bad human, but I would never be that type of guy.
A guy who preys on unknowing women. Watches and gets off.
It’s fucking sick.
Men who mess with women and children are the lowest form of evil, and I’m not one of them.
Needing a distraction from her, I dial one of my men to check on the delayed shipment.
“Gideon,” Tony answers.
“Is it there?” I ask, putting just enough bite into my tone to send the message that this is unacceptable and someone is going to pay. It isn’t Tony’s fault, so it won’t be him.
He sighs. “It’s not.”
“Fuck. Okay. Call me as soon as it fucking gets there.”
Heads will roll for this, and hopefully not my own. There are men worse than me running this show. Men who don’t give a fuck how successful I’ve been at running this operation. There’s always someone waiting in the wings to take my spot.
Next, I dial the one person I don’t want to speak to right now, but unfortunately, it’s a necessary evil.
