Page 20 of The Sniper
Not whatever the most expensive shoe in Hollywood currently is.Good old Converse.It tells me a little more about her.
Opening the window, I lean out and take in what I can of the stretch of roof in the last of the day's light.Someone could climb up and walk along with ease once inside the section.
“Who knew you were going to that event the night they broke in?”I ask referring to the information she shared with the police.
Her lips stretch into a smile, then bigger as she starts laughing.
I lift a brow.
“Seriously?”she keeps laughing.
What am I missing?“Deadly.”
“Well, let me see,” Tiffany lifts her hand and starts counting on her fingers.“There was me, my assistant Sadie, Mom and Dad, oh, and twelve million people on my Instagram account.”
Jesus.
“Okay, you’re a jokester, I get it.”
She laughs some more and climbs to her feet.“Jayden, let’s—” Her hand lands on my arm, and our eyes lock, both in surprise.“Oh, sorry.Do you not like being touched?”
Like?
I want her hands on my cock, on my chest, running down over my abs.Jesus, yes, I like it.The heat of her palm touch burns like white fire through my black BHS shirt, creating a chemical reaction I feel right down my shaft.I want her glossy lips wrapped around it while she moans.
Sharing that out loud will see me meeting those HR people quick smart.
“Not really.”
Pulling her hand away, Tiffany smiles apologetically.“Sorry.I won’t touch you again.”
Words no man ever wants to hear from a woman who looks like her.I swallow my regret, knowing I’ll never taste her and shouldn’t even be thinking those thoughts.
“Show me where you work.”
She spins around and wiggles her fingers for me to follow.
Fuck me.
I do.
I have a feeling if this demoness asked me to follow her into the pits of hell, I would.
