Page 93 of The Monster I Am
Hunter blinks at me, before scoffing dismissively and returning to the computer. “I can’t take you anywhere, Duchess.”
“Except on pianos… and music room floors…”
“Stop it.”
“Why?” I smirk. “Scared you might fuck me on your dad’s desk?”
While he might have been a good fit at Cedar Heights, I can’t deny the benefits that come with Hunter being the son of the Willowbrook Dean. It certainly helps when we need access to restricted places or schedules.
Ry is still being stubborn about letting me help, but thankfully Hunter doesn’t share the same sentiments. Both he and Tai agreed we need to take action, and since we don’t have access to Mayor Astor, we decided to target the next best thing.
Dean Lannister.
It’s clear their fathers are in cahoots, so realistically speaking, the Dean could be hiding some incriminating evidence. And what better place to hide it than his office?
The man is an asshole but he’s not a moron. Now that he knows Hunter has broken away from his control, there’s no way he’d keep imperative documentation in the house. Except Hunter has something no one else does—access.
Between his knowledge and Tai’s skills, we were able to see that theall-important and worthyDean has a pretty packed schedule this week. No surprise with finals starting next week, but we did find the perfect window of opportunity. Both him and Elizabeth are away from Willowbrook for a meeting this afternoon, meaning his office is completely unguarded for once.
Naturally, I suggested we sneak in and have a little look.
“There’s cameras in here,” Hunter grumbles.
My fingers skim through stacks of paperwork, a smile crossing my face. “And that would stop you? You know Tai would be able to wipe the footage. He’s going to do it anyway to hide our impromptu snoop.”
“The sicko would watch and save a copy.”
“Ooh, spank bank contribution,” I tease. “He does love doing that. Ask him to send you the footage from the car.”
Hunter straightens up. “What footage?”
I bite my lip, grinning. “We recorded some fun to torture Ry. I think you’d enjoy it.”
He actually appears to be contemplating the idea, but then quickly shakes his head, clicking the mouse. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”
“Oh, nooo. The tragedy,” I mock. “Have you found anything yet?”
“Just the usual boring academic files,” he murmurs. “Tai suggested I search for hidden folders or password protected files.”
I nod, lifting a piece of faded paper to get a better read. “It’s a shame he’s on monitoring duty. Imagine how much fun the three of us could have on that desk.”
“Bexley,” he growls. “Not helping.”
“Lighten up, H,” I mumble. “It can’t be fun walking around with that giant stick up your rectum. No wonder you’re always so grouchy.”
Hunter laughs. “Bold of you to assume it’s a personality trait and not the pain in the ass that harasses me.”
I close the drawer and start examining the shelves, running my hands along it for hidden buttons or something. Rich people do that, right? Batman-style secret rooms and whatnot? “And yet mycriminalnature turns you on. I love that I’m corrupting you.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He pauses before frowning. “I think I found something.”
Pivoting in my place, I stalk over, standing behind him with my hand resting on his shoulder. “What is it?”
Hunter clicks a few times, bringing up an app or some program on the screen. “I think I’ve heard of this. It’s cloud-based so you can access your saved items remotely.”
“That doesn’t seem too suspicious,” I murmur disappointedly. “Sounds like Google Drive.”
“Except,” he says, pointing to a folder on the screen. “When I try to access this particular one, it’s password protected. All I can see is basic property information. I think it’s encrypted.”
