Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“I don’t suppose it’s a coincidence this is the apartment building you put us in, huh?”
“Not at all. You know I don’t trust anyone, including family. Don’t worry, though. Your penthouse has been swept for any type of video or recording devices. We’ll run a sweep two or three times a day to ensure you and Baker have privacy when inside the penthouse.”
“So, this bit of information improves the possibility of this guy across the way actually being involved with what’s going on with Javier,” I agreed. “Wow. That’s bullshit, right there.”
“Agreed, but we all know the biggest bullshitters can be from our own family,” Landon said. “Anyway, I just wanted you to know he was there and that it might not look good that you’re in the hot tub without Baker. Just sayin’.”
“Actually, the fact that Baker is in bed and I’m in the hot tub would be perfectly normal following a scene. He needed to crash after what I put him through.” I sat up, making certain to never look toward the windows across from me, and looked at the closed curtains that hid mine and Baker’s separate bedrooms. That could have been a huge fuck up on our end, straight out of the gate. “Are they still watching?” I asked. I heard Landon talking to someone in the background.
“Telescope is still there. Are you naughty naked in that hot tub, Seth?”
“You betcha,” I answered. “Looks like it’s time for me to turn in for the night. We are going back to the club for another three days, to give Baker some time to get more acquainted with how I do things, but you and I will touch base tomorrow.”
“You’re about to give him a show, aren’t you?” Landon asked. “Tell me you’re going to.”
I climbed out of the hot tub and stretched, giving the voyeur a good long look at my hard cock, and answered, “Only if Baker’s in the mood for some make-believe.” I looked at my watch. He hadn’t been sleeping for more than an hour, so I hated to wake him up. On the other hand, it might be a golden opportunity to lure our guy in even deeper. “Talk to you tomorrow, Landon.”
I disconnected the call and let myself into the penthouse. It was totally dark inside, but I could see enough to make my way toward Baker’s bedroom. As soon as I opened the door, Baker sat straight up.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as he reached for the bedside lamp.
“No! Leave it off,” I told him as I made my way across the room. His room, with the curtains pulled tight, was even darker and I stubbed my toe twice, cursing each time. When I finally made it to the bed, I could hear him laughing at me. “Stop laughing. That really hurt,” I whined.
He snorted. “If you think that hurt, you could never be your sub! Toe—stubbing is a cake-walk compared to what you do.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and felt encouraged by the fact he didn’t automatically scoot to the opposite side. If anything, it felt like he moved closer to me. Of course, I could be imagining that simply because that’s what I wanted him to do.
“I heard you talking to somebody out on the balcony. What’s going on?”
“It looks like we have a small problem,” I started. “Some of Landon’s men noticed there’s a man in one of the apartments across from ours that appears to be watching our penthouse through a telescope. Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s something. We aren’t sure. Javier’s family owns both the buildings, so that adds more ingredients into the mix. Whether it’s innocent voyeurism or our guy, there’s no way to know for sure until we do more investigating. I think it does, however, mean we’ve really got to be diligent about keeping the curtains closed. If it’s our guy and he realizes we aren’t sleeping together and not being…affectionate, it might send up warning flags.”
My eyes had acclimated to the darkness, so I could see when he turned his head toward the curtains, studied them, and then turned back to me. “Is he watching now?”
“According to Landon…yes.”
“Hmmm.” He was quiet for a few more seconds and then said, “Well, let’s open the curtains and give him something to look at.”
My body must have jerked in shock, because he quickly added, “You non-straight guys can do it under the blanket, can’t you? It’s not like I’m asking you to fuck me, but we can surely fool somebody who’s a hundred yards away, right?”
I hated the nasty taste of disappointment that settled over me. Schooling my features, I answered, “Normally blankets are a no-no. We aren’t prudes like you straight dudes, but I can make an exception for you.” I tried to tease him, hoping he couldn’t hear the disappointment in my voice. What had I expected?