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A low chuckle vibrates from his chest through to me.
“You’re insatiable,” I say with my back to him, lifting my arm to wrap it around his neck. He bends down and kisses the curve of my neck.
“Only with you, kitten. Come on let's go to bed,” he says, turning the water off and grabbing our towels.
We dry off and I fall into bed exhausted, asleep almost as soon as my head hits my pillow.
27 Revelations
By the end of work the following day I’m looking forward to heading home for a quiet evening in with me and my doms.
Cammy comes out from the back as I sling my purse over my shoulder.
“I’m headed out. Need anything before I go?” I ask, wanting to be sure I’m good to leave.
Distracted, Cammy waves me off. “No, have a good night.”
“Okay, see ya tomorrow.” While she’s normally much warmer toward me, it could be that she’s got more work to do. I watch as she plugs her phone into the computer at reception and clicks away.
The feel of the cool metal on my palm is something I’ll never forget when the sounds of familiar moans fill the reception area. Curious, I spin around and they cut off.
I see Cammy scrambling to unplug her phone from the computer.
“What was that?” I ask, moving back to investigate.
“I accidentally clicked on a pop-up,” she says not meeting my eyes.
“Oh no! Let me check the computer to be sure we didn’t get a virus,” I say, rounding the counter.
“No! It’s really okay. I can do it.” The panic in her voice is very suspicious. I don’t understand it.
“It’s really no problem,” I say before she cuts me off, quickly trying to click away from a window on the screen.
“I said I can do it!”
I glance over her to the screen behind her and to my horror I see a still image of me tied up on the St. Andrews cross from the other night when the mysterious pictures were taken at Embrace.
“What is this?” I ask, moving to her side to get a better view. “Camile, where did you get this?”
I don’t want the puzzle pieces I’m putting together in my mind to be true.
“It’s you? You’re my stalker?” The disbelief in my voice is clear and I shake my head, not wanting it to be true.
“No, I told you I accidentally clicked on a pop-up,” she reminds me.
I suppose it is plausible but why would a video of me from that specific night pop up on her work computer when I’ve been on it all day without a single pop-up?
“Camile, I want to believe you but this… is hard to believe.” I don’t want to upset her or accuse her of wrongdoing, but I need her to know how it looks from my point of view.
“I can see how it would be hard to believe. But I promise you I’m telling you the truth.” She has true emotion in her voice; I’m just not sure what the emotion is. I’ll give her the benefit of not doubting her.
For now.
“Okay, let's see if we can get someone in here to trace the source. I don’t want this getting out any more than it already is,” I say as I text Cade. If any of them will have someone who can help, it’s him. They have to have tight security on the computers at the hospital to protect patients' privacy.
“I agree. I’ll have my computer guy come look at it, let me call him.” She steps away with her phone to her ear.
I stick around as she makes the call, my intuition is telling me something isn’t quite right here.
