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He peered into her eyes for a long moment as he weighed his options. He had to come clean about tracking her, but was now the best time to tell her?
More silence.
She leaned over, kissed him. He kissed her back, then ran the back of his finger down her cheek.
Tell her now.
“I got concerned when I realized you left the club, so I used the tracker,” he murmured.
“Oh, wow.”
“I’ve never done that before.”
“Thank you for telling me.” She paused. “I went to see a friend of mine, a former asset. She owns a coffeehouse in DC, near GW. I wanted to tell her about Jenning’s death, and I offered to hire protection for her.”
“Addison, you should have brought me with you, to make sure no one followed you.”
“I was careful.”
“I get that you’re independent and super competent,” he said. “But you gotta tell me.”
“Were you angry?”
“Very.”
She shot him a relaxed smile. “You’re sexy when you’re angry.”
“Not again, Addison. I mean it.”
“What will you do to me if I make you angry?”
He fought the smile, but her expression was so fucking adorable, he couldn’t resist. He dipped down, kissed her. “We gotta tell HR we’re seeing each other.”
She nudged him off her and he slid out. He hated that she’d severed their connection. She scooted toward the edge of the bed.
With her back to him, she murmured, “There’s nothing to tell. We’ve hooked up a few times. It’s no big deal. We’re not in a relationship. As far as I’m concerned, we don’t even have to do it again. We’ll go back to being just friends.”
Leaving him on the bed, she walked into the bathroom. He wanted to laugh. There was no way she was going to stop having sex with him. She liked it too much. And if it meant doing more of these fantasy role plays, he’d be more than happy to oblige her.
Sex with Addison made an already good relationship even better. As long as they didn’t fall in love, he’d be good for a long, long time.
15
THE RIFT
Energized from his late-night role play with Addison, Hawk strode into work early on Friday. He had a full workload, but after yesterday’s fucked-up install, then firing Wayne, his goal was to get through the day without a single glitch.
The morning got hijacked with meetings. As soon as afternoon hit, he was on the phone with his forepersons confirming that the day’s installs were happening without issues.
He was thrilled to find out that his employees were doing their jobs and that his clients were behaving themselves. While his trust in humanity hadnotbeen restored—he was an ALPHA Operative, after all—he would take a win wherever he could get one.
His phone rang. It was Stryker. “Yo, babe,” Hawk answered.
“Hey, what time is poker tonight?”
Hawk blanked.
“You’re hosting,” Stryker said.
