Page 17 of The Sniper
I’ve been in her company for all of thirty minutes, and I can tell she’s a little shy.Telling cops that her rabbit dildo and clit suction device were stolen had to have been humiliating.
“Something more sinister could be at play.Our team is prepared for all eventualities.”I glance around the room.“Do you mind showing me around the house so I can get familiar?”
Sitting here talking and staring at her breasts is not helping.
Learning the weak points of the property will help me to tighten the security and advise the boys for the after dark patrol.
Tiffany tucks her hands into the back of her denim shorts, and I realize we’re standing closer than before.Her head tilts up to mine.
Fuck, she’s cute.
I wonder if a woman like her loves to be kissed hard or slow.
I wonder if she’s aware that she’s attracted to me.
I wonder if she’s noticed my cock thicken during our conversation.
“Sure.Let me tidy up first.I’ve been working all afternoon, and my assistant just left.”Tiffany glances around the room, then back at me.“Feel free to wander around the ground floor.I’ll be down in about ten minutes.”
“I’m not a realtor; you don’t need to make the house presentable.”I cross my arms.
She picks up the hat and raincoat, giving me an even better view of her breasts.Maybe catching my breath is a good idea.
“You arrived earlier than I expected.Give me ten minutes.I won’t be long.”
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TAKING TIFFANY UP onher offer, I wander around her Bel Air mansion, wondering what it feels like to live in such an enormous place and how she can stand the décor.It looks like spring exploded within these very walls.The sofa might be white, but the cushions are every shade of yellow, pink, and green.
I step into the kitchen, glance around, roll my eyes at the bright yellow Nespresso machine, and note the back door leads out to the spacious yard.I’d seen parts of it from floor to ceiling windows in the living room, including the swimming pool.
I step outside and start scoping it out.
Ryder sent me a floor plan before I left the BHS offices.“Pinged it to you,” he said, dropping his phone on his desk.“Any questions?”
“No, I think I understand.Check in each day.Notes in this section.Weekly meetings.”I tapped on the app and scrolled through the sections, then glanced up.“What if I need to escalate anything?”
“Do that directly with me,” Ryder advised.
“Got it.”
“She’s a Hollywood brat, so used to having people protect her.Watch that; they can get complacent,” Ryder added, tossing the apple that was on his desk up in the air and catching it.“Cops aren’t sure of the MO on this one yet, but—”
I coughed, interrupting him.“Stealing a million dollars’ worth of diamonds has them confused?Do I need to spell it out for them?”
I had been facetious.
I wander the length of the far wall of Tiffany’s property, then head back to the house, where I find her waiting for me in the kitchen.
She’s changed into a green sundress and put her hair up in a ponytail.
It changes nothing.
I’d still fuck her if I had the chance.
“Thanks for waiting.”Tiffany says and waves me back inside.
I control-alt-delete all the dirty thoughts in my head, fail to get rid of them, and walk past her.My chest brushes her arm, and a shot of desire blasts through me.
