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She giggles, not at all deterred.
“You know they make cameras the size of pinpricks these days. Just stash one in his room on Friday, and then retrieve it during your next babysitting job. Mr. Landry will never notice,” she says in a lofty tone.
I snort.
“It’s not about him noticing or not. It’s about the fact that this is illegal, Tess. That I could go to jail, not to mention the fact that it’s totally unethical.”’
“Hey,he’sthe one who’s unethical for treating you like a piece of furniture, so you might as well treat him the same way,” my friend tosses off.
I snort.
“Byspyingon Mr. Landry? Oh my god, Tess, you’re just too much. You’re insane! An eye does not make for an eye here.”
“It’s just a thought,” she winks playfully. “Besides, I’d really love to see that huge snake. You’ve talked Mr. Landry up as this incredibly handsome playboy, and now that you’ve described the enormous monster between his legs, Ireallywant to lay eyes on it for myself. Like, dying, roast me over a spit, bury me with my mouth open, want to see.”
I shriek with laughter again.
“Oh my god, what does that even mean?” I practically scream. Then I throw a pillow at Tess before she can reply, and we dissolve into giggles. Still, Iamtempted. Should I install a camera in Mr. Landry’s bedroom? If Tess is right, then the device will never be noticed, and it’ll be easy enough to get away with it. This is wrong though. I shouldn’t. But as my cheeks flame, I know that the bad girl inside is dying to come out to play, and maybe this is my chance.
CHAPTER4
Paisley
Oh my god, I know I shouldn’t be doing this. Mr. Landry just left, and now, Tatum and I are seated at the kitchen table as the little girl happily snacks on fish fingers.
“You good, sweetheart?” I ask. “You want some more juice?”
She nods happily.
“Orange please.”
I press a kiss to her blonde curls before making my way to the massive fridge and retrieving the juice carton. A glance at the clock shows me it’s nearing seven, and I decide that it’s time to make my move. Of course, I could wait until after Tatum’s in bed to plant the camera, but I don’t want to press my luck because what if Mr. Landry comes home early with his date? I don’t want to be caught red-handed in his bedroom. As a result, the time to strike is now.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom for a sec, okay sweetheart?” I murmur to Tatum. “Will you be okay out here by yourself?”
The little blonde girl nods happily, swinging her feet in her chair.
“I’ll wait for you, Paisley,” she lisps. “Me and Mr. Fish Fingers.”
I press another kiss to her blonde curls, my heart pumping with adoration for the small girl.
“Okay, I’ll be back in a few,” I singsong. “Leave one fish fry for me, please!”
She giggles as I casually make my way into the living room before retrieving the camera from my bag. The black cube is about the size of my fingernail, and will be easy to stash in Mr. Landry’s room. In fact, this whole endeavor has been ridiculously easy so far. I didn’t even have to go to Best Buy or any type of electronics store to purchase my spy cam. Instead, I logged onto Amazon, ordered from a seller in China, and the camera arrived in the mail within days. Then, I hooked it up to my phone, and now, I’m going to videotape Mr. Landry as he makes love to one of his paramours.
You really shouldn’t do this, the voice in my head warns as I make my way up the stairs.This is criminal and you could go to jail, no matter what Tess says.
I pause for a moment on the staircase, my conviction wavering.But Brad Landry’s made you listen to him have sex so many times in the past, the devil on my shoulder whispers.It was humiliating!This is just payback.
Then an image of the beautiful blonde from last time crosses my mind and my resolve hardens. She was so gorgeous and I’m jealous even thinking about how much she must have enjoyed her time in Mr. Landry’s bed. He took her front, back, and upside-down judging from her ecstatic screams, and I only wish it could be me. Of course, it won’t be, but if this is as close as I’m going to get, then so be it.
With that, I slip down the second floor hallway towards the master suite, and then stop silently outside Mr. Landry’s room. Of course, he’s not home so there’s no sound. As a result, I turn the doorknob without hesitation before peering inside. I’ve never even seen the interior of his bedroom before, but it’s pretty much as I envisioned. The space is huge and done up in a masculine fashion. There’s an enormous king-size pushed up against the wall with dark blue sheets, as well as a giant armoire of some type, and a sofa with a matching ottoman by the window. There’s one painting of a landscape on the wall, but not much else. Evidently Mr. Landry likes his décor spare.
Emboldened, I step into the room, and look around. Where would be a good place to stash the camera? I make my way to the bay window opposite the bed, but when I place the camera on the seat of the window, my nose wrinkles. No, this isn’t going to do because it’s much too obvious. I could edge the camera between the cushion and the window itself, but the cushion is the puffy type that bulges a bit. Then, the lens of the camera will be blocked, completely defeating the purpose of my foray. Drat.
Next, I walk to the armoire, frowning. Again, the same problem abounds. The heavy tabletop gleams of polished oak, which makes for a beautiful flat surface, but where the hell am I going to hide this thing? The camera’s only half an inch in diameter, but still, the armoire is totally free and clear of any knickknacks or decoration. There’s simply no place to tuck it away.
I curse under my breath. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten this particular model of spy cam. There were some models that came with nifty attachments so that you could stick them to the underside of a table, or even in a door jamb, provided that no one actually uses the door. But I’m in a pickle at the moment because one, I don’t have that attachment, and two, even if I did, there’s no table that I could attach it to. What the hell! Who knew being a spy could be so tricky? Not only that, but why is Mr. Landry so goddamn neat? It’s really messing up my game.
