Page 22 of Below The Surface
“Oh, thank fuck. For a second there, I thought you used your apartment address. Tomorrow you’re getting a PO Box. Never,everuse an address someone can actually find you at.”
“I’ve never had a problem before.”
I cock a brow.
“Well, not until now, I guess.”
“We’re setting you up so secure no one that doesn’t know where you are will ever find you.”
“What do we do now?”
“Just stay right here while I hook everything up.”
“In the bathroom?”
“Yes, I know it’s secure. I’ll go check the other rooms and set you up. You’re gonna be a good boy and do what I say.” I run a hand along his jaw. “Correct?”
“I guess.” He crosses his arms and sits on the toilet seat. “But I don’t like it. I’d rather know what’s going on.”
“And I wish my car was a magical unicorn.”
That makes him snort. “That sounds perfect for you.”
“I know.” Before he can say anything else, I exit the bathroom and close him in.
6
DALLAS
Kay is gone so long I wonder if he abandoned me and didn’t say anything. Before I do something silly, like open the door to go check on him, he’s joining me in the bathroom again.
“So whoever it is, set up cameras in the living room, both bedrooms, the kitchen, and the hallway. They know their shit. I got Ken to hack the email and I don’t think it’s who’s been emailing you.”
My mouth drops open. “You hacked my email?”
“No, I hacked your logins and Ken hacked your email and the fan’s email.”
I grind my teeth and he holds up his hand. “I’m so invested in this right now you’re going to have to call the police to get me off this and I guarantee I can get a result faster than the popo can.”
“Why are you doing this? And don’t say it’s because you like my dick. It’s more than that, isn’t it?” It’s got to be. No one latches on to their hook up turn kinda accidental stalker and helps them. That’s just ridiculous.
“Let’s just say I’ve got some fun skills, and this might end up being a fun challenge.”
Of course, it’s not a real answer. Why would he give me one of those? We don’t know each other and we don’t owe each other anything.
“Anyway, I hooked up your new system. Tried to hack theirs, but Ken’s still working on it. In theory, we should be able to figure out who’s getting the live feed, but it might take a hot minute. Ken’s on it. At least until her booty call gets fed up with her, then she’ll be having some kinky fun.”
I stick my fingers in my ears. “La la la, I don’t need to know about your friend getting dicked down.”
“Who said she’s the one that’s getting the D?” He wiggles his brows and leads me from the bathroom. He tugs on his shirt to make it look like we’ve just had relations in the bathroom instead of chatting.
He nods toward the door. “Yeah, food sounds great. Your kitchen is kind of bare.”
“Pizza? Chinese?” I catch on and play along.
“Mmm, either sounds good to me.”
And we’re out and I lock the door.
