Page 48 of Kept By The Agents

My jaw dropped as I stared at him. "Are you kidding me?"

"Nope. It's like a limp noodle."

I sputtered out a protest that ended up in laughter when I saw the humor in his eyes. He was flirting with me. Just minutes ago he was nervous and jittery. Who was this man sitting here with me now? A blush spread over his neck and I realized I was just sitting there, staring at his face, caught up in how handsome he was. Turning my eyes away, I focused on my plate. "Can I ask you something?"

He hummed in assent as he took a drink from the coffee mug he'd brought over for himself.

"What's different?"

One brow arched at me over the rim of the cup. He didn't bother to say anything, just waited for me to clarify.

"You were so different just minutes ago."

He sighed and set the mug down. "Sorry. I really like you."

Smiling, I shifted in my seat, unable to contain the giddiness. "I like you, too."

"But-"

My smile faded at the word.

"I'm not going to be able to settle down until I talk to Suave."

My eyes narrowed. "I already told you; I don't belong to Suave."

"You did," he placated, holding up a hand, as though to ward me off. "And I believe you, but..." He trailed off with a shrug.

"Then what?"

He seemed to be searching my features, trying to gauge my emotions. "Men like us have rules."

Which question to ask first? "Rules?"

"They're complicated," he continued. "But they make our lives run a lot smoother. One of those rules is that you speak to your brothers before you sleep with one of their women." I opened my mouth, but he cut me off. "You may not belong to Suave anymore, but you did at one time. It's only fair that I check with him to make sure it's not a problem."

"Fair enough," I mumbled, shoving a bite of eggs into my mouth. They were cold. I forced them down with a hard swallow. "Are these rules written somewhere?"

"They're more implied, though a few we talked about."

My brows drew together in a frown as I listened. "And these rules make it easier for you to work in a team like you do?"

Weaver's eyebrows rose. "Well, yeah. But it's more than that." I shook my head in confusion. He sighed and continued speaking, "It makes us closer. We know where we stand with each other. We know what to expect from one another. Makes it easier to live together."

"You live together?" He nodded. Something clicked and my eyes widened. "Oh. Are you..." Licking my lips, I tried to think of the most politically correct way to ask the question that had just popped into my head. "Are you...together?"

He chuckled and again, I admired the deep sound. He didn't seem to laugh nearly as much as the others, so I was glad to bring that out of him.

"No. We don't date each other."

There was something he wasn't telling me, but I couldn't figure out what it was. I continued eating as we sat in companionable silence. There were so many questions I wanted to ask. Now didn't seem like the right time, though my reporter instincts were tingling. He wasn't being completely upfront with me. I decided to lay this line of questioning to rest and focus on something else. I didn't want him to clam up like he had when Suave was still here. "Do you know who tried to hack you last night?"

"I'm going to do some digging today," he told me. "In fact, maybe I'll do that right now."

"You could," I told him with a wicked smile as I pushed my nearly empty plate away. "Or...you could come here." I crawled up on the table, facing him as I spread my legs open wide. I was still wearing my sleep shorts, and I knew the fabric was clinging to my pussy. I hadn't bothered to put my panties back on last night.

His eyes dropped down to the place between my thighs and I saw his throat bob as he swallowed. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Cat..."

"That's my name," I teased as I reached for him. He didn't stop me when I began tugging his shirt upward, revealing hot hard flesh as I went.

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