Page 20 of Below The Surface
I nod and look up into his eyes. “Really. Kendra and I found out this morning. I was hoping you have a few supplies I need for discretion. I’m taking him out at Influencer Con.”
Big Mac stiffens and pulls away. “So publicly? That’s going to be hard to cover up.”
“I know. I need some discreet travel cams and mics. I can’t decide if I’m going to livestream the entire thing like usual or just kill him where he sleeps and make it look like an accident.”
“Who is it?”
I shake my head again. “Love ya, but I don’t trust ya not to take my kill. Too many people want him, and I promise I’m going to be the one to do it.”
“No, I get it.” He squeezes my arm and lets me go to explore the backroom on my own.
It doesn’t take long to find everything I’m looking for. I bag everything up and press my thumbprint to the wall scanner before rejoining Dallas, who’s apparently in a dance off with one of the creepy robots. Dallas has some moves on him and I watch until he goes red in the face when he sees me.
“Don’t stop on my account. I like the way you move.” I fan my face, making him go redder.
The robot moves stiffly and stops the moment Dallas isn’t in its line of sight.
“That thing is so cool,” Dallas says as he adjusts his ball cap. I want to swipe it from his head again and tug on his hair.
“They’re creepy as fuck, if you ask me. It’s the dead, emotionless eyes.” I wave to Big Mac on our way out, glad Dallas has his goodies. “Time to set you all up.” Then we can have some fun. Or I’ll head to the pool and get a swim in. Oh, or better yet. All of the above. Yes. That’s what I’ll do.
“What are you smiling to yourself about?” Dallas asks as we approach my car.
“Just thinking about my plans for tonight.” I toss my supplies in back with my tail and we put Dallas’s stuff in the back on the floor. “I think we should listen to hype tunes on the way back to your place. I need it to get into the right head space.”
“Whatever it takes,” he mumbles and climbs in beside me. He gives me the directions back to his place because I get a few turns wrong. I remember perfectly where he lives and his address, but I can’t let him know that.
When the Phantom Of The Opera overturn starts, Dallas throws his head back and cackles. I crack a smile, knowing the song would tickle him.
“Are you gonna start singing opera?” he asks.
“Hell no, I just like this song.” I turn it up and hum along until it changes to the next song. Christina Aguilera obvs. We both bop along until I park at his apartment building again.
He sighs after I turn the car off and turn to him. “My plan is to set everything up, then we can go to the pool or my place. Your choice. Then we’ll watch from a safe distance if someone shows up again. Good?”
“Yeah. I hope it was just my imagination.”
“It wasn’t.” I tip my head to the backseat. “Let’s go act like spies. Ken is gonna be so sad she missed this.”
Dallas snorts and puts on a brave face, but this freaks him out. I can tell by the way his breathing changed.
“Ever have a stalker before?” I ask on our way to the door.
He buzzes us in and shakes his head.
“It’s kinda scary. You never know when they’ll show up. They might bring their best friend to your job and?—”
“Sorry ‘bout that.” His cheeks go red again. “I wasn’t really stalking you.”
“I know.” I skip behind him.
We pass Mr. Arie’s door, but it cracks open.
“Dallas,” Mr. Arie whispers loudly and waves to us.
“Yes?” Dallas swallows.
“You had another visitor, but I don’t think it was the same person.”
