Page 27 of The Sniper
I find a broken lock on a side gate, then walk back inside with the intention of suppressing all sexual attraction to Tiffany Stallone.
I find her bending over, her short sundress riding up her ass as she slides a pan into the oven.
My fucking god.
Nadia seems to have left.
“I assume you eat, so I’ve added another salmon steak if you’re interested.”Tiffany smiles when she turns.“Are you hungry?”
Fucking starving...but not for salmon.
It’s then I realize my only hope of getting out of this alive is working out who the thief is and then asking for a new client.Before my cock dominates all my brain cells.
I can feel them dying by the second.
“Thank you for the offer,” I tip my faux cowboy hat, like the southern boy I am, “but I need to get home.I’ll be back first thing in the morning.”
Her face drops momentarily, and I find myself wanting to change my mind and accepting her offer.But the need to keep the line between professional and personal is strong.
“The gate latch is loose, did you know?”
“No.”Tiffany places the oven mitts on the island counter and leans her palms on it.
In perfect position for me to come in from behind and...
Stop.
“I’ll arrange to have it repaired.Who monitors your cameras?”I say.
Blink.
My eyes slowly close as I know what the answer is going to be.
“I can access them on an app on my computer,” Tiffany replies, glancing away.“I didn’t get an alert when the power was cut.”
Jesus, that’s her plan.
Upgrading isn’t going to be hard.Anything is better than this.
“Can I ask why you haven’t had it monitored?”
She lifts her eyes to mine and plays with the oven mitt.Then she nods.“I grew up in the spotlight and was followed by the press.At school I had bodyguards, and one even came with me on my first date.My first kiss.When I didn’t become an actress, people lost interest.”
Jesus.
“I haven’t needed it.”She walks to the oven, plays with the dials, then leans her hip against the island.“Knowing someone is monitoring my life is the last thing I want.”
“What if you’d been home?”I hold up my hand when she shakes her head.“Tiffany, please.What if you’d been home and someone had hurt you?”
She swallows.
“I know.Don’t worry, my father has given me all the lectures.”
Christ, I bet that’s not easy.
“I don’t want to lecture you, but I’ll be fucking honest here.Knowing I’m about to walk out the door and that there’s someone whomaywant to break into your home and hurt you is pushing my buttons.”
I didn’t mean to say that.
