Page 109 of Unexpected Hero

When I pull into my driveway, I reconnect the GPS beacon on my vehicle and scan my home security system for trouble.

Once inside, I kick off my shoes and collapse on the couch. Beside me sit my tablet and laptop, both in their protective cases. In silence, I scroll through my work phone, finding nothing needing urgent attention.

I grab the tablet, leave the laptop behind, and trudge to bed. I should be able to get three hours. Once in my bedroom, I place the tablet on the nightstand alongside my phones, throw my clothes in the hamper, and slip into bed.

Thoughts of Lettie continue hijacking my mind, causing me to toss and turn for a half hour. I hope she’s not upset anymore and was able to get some rest, unlike me.

Maybe I should check.

As soon as I verify that she’s sleeping peacefully, I’ll be able to sleep.

With a few taps on my tablet, I connect to her phone. Before accessing the camera and microphone, I skim her activity from this evening.

Just a few texts. Looks like she was just updating Stella on her first night at Bask. A smile tugs at my face when I read what she wrote about how she teased me, and I nearly broke the front desk. That’s brat behavior, but unsurprisingly, I like it from her.

With nothing of concern in her texts, I swap through the rest. A few web searches on BDSM terms throughout the night. Likely as she learned more about the job. Nothing alarming.

Uh-oh. She ordered meal delivery not long after I left her at the hotel.

Shit. I should have ensured she wasn’t hungry before I left. Having someone deliver food to her at this hour is risky. Based on the activity on the app, the food was delivered twelve minutes ago.

Without wasting another second, I access the camera and mic on her phone. It takes a moment to connect, but once it does, I can’t see anything but the ceiling.

But I hear her.

She’s safe.

Country music plays softly in the background. And she’s fucking singing again.

Devoid of its usual lightness, her voice is woven with sorrow tonight. I wish I understood why. I never want to hurt her, whether intentionally or not.

She pauses occasionally, and one of those sexy sounds she makes when she’s enjoying her food slips through the speaker. A memory of how she closes her eyes when she’s savoring a bite slips to the forefront of my mind.

At least she’s safe. After plugging in the tablet’s power cable, I roll to my side and set it beside me, propping it up on a pillow.

Staring at the screen, I let her sad serenade lull me to sleep.

My alarm wakes me a few hours later. When my eyes spring open, I see the tablet in front of me, still open to Lettie’s phone’s camera and microphone. But it’s not the ceiling like it was when I fell asleep. She’s awake, in deep concentration, and gaping at something on the phone.

It’s as if she’s looking back at me. Even if she isn’t, I can pretend.

I blink a few times and rub the sleep from my eyes. The expression Lettie wears as she stares at the screen intrigues me. I wonder what she’s doing. The nibble on her lower lip is enough to propel my curiosity to the point I can’t let it go without finding out.

I split the display on my tablet and pull up her screen to identify what she’s watching on one side, while still viewing her captivating face on the other.

She’s reading an e-book.

Guess she couldn’t sleep either.

After a quick glance at the clock, I decide to read along with her for a bit.

It takes me exactly four and a half sentences to realize she’s not reading a self-help book. And it’s not a biography either. Unless it’s the life story of a porn star.

My cock, already half hard because I’ve just woken up, stiffens more as my skimming comes across words I’m not used to seeing in black and white.

Thrust.

Cock.

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