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And fuck if it doesn’t make me hard as hell.
“I’ll show you how well this bed is padded.” I pull her down the mattress, making her laugh and squeal. Almost like she doesn’t know I fully intend for that laugh to become a moan in the next two minutes.
On some level I knew the second I let myself have Audrey I’d never be satisfied. That there wouldn’t be enough hours in the day for me to have her as much as I want.
I’m still gonna give it one hell of a shot.
I’ve got her pajama pants halfway off, my mouth watering in anticipation of tasting her, when my computer starts to ring.
Audrey goes still, her head turning to the desk. “Why is it making that noise?”
I groan. “That’s a video call.”
Turning to Audrey, I quickly pull her pants back into place, making sure she’s completely covered before I slide off the bed and cross the room. After turning the laptop so she’s out of view—because I’m still feeling a little territorial—I connect Pierce’s call. His face populates the screen and I take a step back, surprise lifting my brows. “Rough night?”
The owner of Alaskan Security looks exhausted. His suit is wrinkled, his hair is messy, and there are bags under his eyes.
Pierce rubs one hand over his face. “It’s been a difficult few days. We’ve been working practically around-the-clock trying to figureout what’s going on down there.” He shakes his head. “It’s not looking great.”
I glanced at Audrey, like I need to make sure she’s still safe, before turning back to Pierce. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I think this corruption issue is bigger than we expected.” Raking one hand through his hair, he scans his screen. “Is Becca with you? She should be included in this conversation, along with Audrey.” A small smile curved his lips. “But I already know Audrey’s with you.”
I straighten, ignoring the second part of what he said. “Give me a second. I’ll go get Becca.”
Heading out into the hall, I go to Becca’s room a few doors down, knocking quietly because I don’t want to startle her.
She answers relatively quickly, still wearing the same clothes she had on last night. There’s a blended coffee in her hand and the TV is playing in the background.
I get straight to the point. “Pierce wants to talk to you.”
Becca’s brows lift behind her glasses. “Who’s Pierce?”
“He’s the owner of the company I work for.” I tip my head toward the room I share with Audrey. “He’s on a video chat now.”
“Fine.” Becca quickly grabs her room key and follows me down the hall. I walk in to find Audrey wearing more clothes than when I left and my computer facing the wall.
“I moved it so Pierce wouldn’t accidentally get an eye-full of me stripping down.” She smooths down her hair. “I figured that would be a shitty way to start his already shitty morning.”
If it were any other man, I’d say she was more likely to ruin his morning by not accidentally giving him a glimpse, but Pierce is completely and totally in love with his wife Mona. There could be a beautiful woman standing naked in front of him and he'd just step around her, oblivious to her presence, because Mona is all that exists in his eyes.
Now that I think about it, that’s how most of the men I work with are. I always felt like I was a relatively observant person, but fuck. I’ve missed a lot. Things that would have made me feel better about my own personality and quirky ways.
Becca sucks down a gulp of her drink as she strides toward the computer, flipping it around before looking over the man on the screen. Pulling the straw from her mouth, she narrows her eyes. “You must be Pierce.”
He nods. “I am. And you must be Becca.”
Becca doesn’t acknowledge his assumption, just barrels right into what she wants to know. “Have you found my sister?”
Regret pinches Pierce’s expression. “I have not.” He leans forward. “But I think I have found someone at the Memphis Police Department it will be safe to take this to.”
Becca’s brows lift. “Youthink?”
“I wish I could guarantee you he’ll listen and take you seriously, but I can’t. But at this point, he’s the best shot we have. So if he’s unable or unwilling to take this on, things will have to be handled in a different manner.”
Audrey steps in beside Becca. “What does that mean?”
Pierce takes a deep breath, his shoulders lifting. “It means you won’t have the opportunity to see Trevor or anyone affiliated with him prosecuted by the court.”