“The front door was unlocked. Which was unusual because Pippa always locks it when she closes. She sometimes forgets to do other things, but locking the door is never one of them.”
The girl points to a security camera in the corner. It looks down at me, a light flickering.
My cheeks heat. Shit. Am I about to blush? Prickling sensations run down the back of my neck as I pray that this conversation isn’t going where I think it’s going.
“I checked the camera, wanting to make sure no one had broken in. It didn’t look like anyone had, but I wanted to be sure.”
Holy fuck. Did this girl, who can’t be much older than eighteen, see me feasting on her boss’s pussy?
I’ve never blushed in my life, but I think I might actually be blushing from embarrassment. My entire face feels hot, the feeling running down my neck as well.
“Oh,” I mumble, having no idea what I’m supposed to say in this situation. I’m a grown-ass adult—I shouldn’t be fumbling over words right now—but I’m stuck visualizing all the dirty things this girl could’ve seen.
“Don’t worry. I figured out pretty early what was going to happen. I stopped it before I saw too much.”
I let out a sigh of relief. Thank god.
“So where is she?” I ask, changing the subject. Now that I know she hasn’t seen anything, I want to never speak of this moment again. It’ll haunt me wondering what she did see and at what point she stopped the replay.
Maybe I need to find a way to get that security footage. I don’t want anyone else getting a hold of it. It’d also be hot as hell to go back and rewatch.
“She’s sick today.”
“Sick?” I don’t like the thought of her being sick. Is she alone without anyone to take care of her?
“Yep. Which she must really be feeling like shit because she never calls out of work. Even when her mom passed, she showed up to work most days.”
My skin prickles with the need to show up at her house just so she’d have someone there for her. This girl has a point. Pippa doesn’t seem like the kind of person who’d miss work unless she really wasn’t feeling well. What if something bad has happened and no one is there to help?
It doesn’t take long for me to decide the right thing is to go check on her. I have no idea where she lives, but I bet Lexi knows.
“Where does she live?” I ask, pulling my phone out so I can plug the address into a maps app.
This makes Lexi smile. I’m tired of all her knowing smiles. It’s like she knows too much. Which maybe she does, depending on how far she got into the security footage.
“How do I know that you aren’t going to stalk my fun and amazing boss?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not the stalker type.”
“Tall, dark, handsome with a mysterious and arrogant air to him? I think that’s the dictionary definition of stalker.”
“Pippa and I haven’t quite had the time to exchange addresses yet, but I can assure you she wouldn’t consider me a stalker.”
“What if she doesn’t want me to give you her address?”
Does everyone in this town like to argue?
“Fine,” I clip, looking back at the menu. “I’ll take the same thing as this morning, and then I’d like to add a specialty drink that helps with sickness.”
“That’s on our secret menu.”
“Make it a large, please.” Pulling my card out, I hold it between us. “And maybe add whatever food item you have here Pippa likes best.”
She stares me down, but I don’t back down under her gaze. Eventually, she must deem me trustworthy because she shrugs and pulls an additional cup from next to her. I’m waiting for her to finish writing on the cup and let me pay when she grabs a napkin and begins to write Pippa’s address. With a sigh, she slides it across the counter.
“If I get fired, you owe me a new job.”
I laugh. “You won’t get fired. Thank you.”
She snatches my card from me and runs it through their machine. “Don’t mess it up with her. She’s just now smiling after her mom.” Her tone got serious quickly. The joking tone to it is completely gone.
“I have no intentions of hurting her.” My intentions are exactly the opposite. I want to make her feel good by plucking orgasm after orgasm from her until her body is completely spent from pleasure.
30
PIPPA
A knock on my door pulls me from my sleep. I wipe at the corner of my mouth, finding drool all over my chin. I took NyQuil late last night after I couldn’t get to sleep from my head feeling so full, and apparently, it really knocked me out. I have no idea what time it is.