Page 24 of New Rules
“If you did it, you wouldn’t have set up a camera ahead of time, stepped in front of it, and then shared that video with the police later. Especially since no one else knew about that camera.”
Valid point.
“Plus, I have a feeling if you wanted to pull this off, you’re smart enough to not get caught.” He flashed me a sly grin, and I melted a little at the confidence this man had in me, even if it was for morally gray reasons.
“You’re in luck,” I told him. “I actually bought two but decided one was enough for now, and I could either set up the other one later or return it. You can take the other one, and we can go over and set it up before everyone comes in today.”
“Good idea.”
“Of course it is. I’m full of those,” I replied, watching his lips curve into a slow, amused smile.
Ten minutes later, after we’d finished the coffee and breakfast he’d brought, I went inside to change clothes and grab the extra camera. I didn’t have to work until later this afternoon, but I figured we could go get the camera set up, and then I could come home for a little bit and do some laundry and a few other chores.
“Here,” I said, handing him the unopened camera box.
“Why don’t you just ride with me over to the pub, and I’ll bring you back here when we’re done?” he offered, and I knew he was just being nice, but I was already spending way too much time with this man as it was. I didn’t need to add even more. Not when my libido kept reminding me how awesome he had been two nights ago.
“I’ll drive separately. I need to get some chores done and run some errands before my shift, but thanks.”
He gave me a small smirk, clearly seeing my excuse for what it was.
I went to grab my purse and shoes when I found him searching in my entryway and living room.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I can’t find my car keys,” he said, glancing around the kitchen now. “I swear I put them on your coffee table, but it’s possible I took them to the kitchen with the food.”
“Check under the couch.”
“You think they fell and rolled under there?” he asked incredulously.
“No, I think they were knocked off the coffee table and confiscated by Jasper so he could add them to his collection.”
The recollection of what I had mentioned earlier hit him, and Ray crouched down on all fours to look under my couch. I took a moment to admire his ass from this position. I knew that asswas rock hard, and I wanted to throw a quarter at it just to see if it would bounce.
Approximately four and a half seconds later, his hand came out with his keys.
“Bingo,” he said as he stood back up while Jasper glared and hissed at him from the top of the couch. “Get your own keys, buddy.”
He turned to me, and a sly grin took over his expression. “Did you enjoy staring at my ass while I was down there?”
Caught red-handed.
“Absolutely,” I replied with no shame whatsoever.
“Guess that makes us even then, since I took every opportunity last night at the bar to look at yours,” he said in his low, smooth voice.
Damn, he was a good flirt. No wonder I’d slept with him that first night. He was the dictionary definition of a smooth talker, and he was taking this fake dating thing to a whole new level.
EIGHT
RAY
The bar wasn’t nearly as lively tonight as it had been last night, which was actually a good thing.
It gave me more time to watch people—two people in particular: Corey and Donald.
My discussion with Tammy earlier in the day made it clear that she found both of them harmless, but this was why an objective person like myself was good. I didn’t have the familiarity aspect blurring my opinions.
