Page 31 of Devious Lies

With any luck, I’ll find out later tonight.

CHAPTER EIGHT-LUC

Eight hours.

That’s how long I’ve been in my office. Just watching.

My monitors are turned on to my very own custom private security feed. The software system we have is phenomenal.

Something Angel and I cooked up. It allows each of the three admins, me, Nico, and Angel, to create our own feeds. As in, I can pick whatever fucking cameras I want to monitor.

This one I call Baby Girl. After my little nickname for Maria.

I can watch every angle of the bar, catch every moment of her working her shift.

Usually, she’s bouncy and happy. Tonight, she seems thoughtful.

Like something is weighing heavily on her mind.

I get it. I do.

I was pretty ominous when I said tonight.

But the truth is, I can’t wait anymore. I need to have her.

All week fucking long I played this game of cat and mouse, which was why I nearly laughed when she called me a tomcat.

I’m no tomcat. I’m a motherfucking viper. And I think it’s time I show her.

Some fucking customer calls out for her attention and it’s another reason I’m stuck inside my office.

If I sit out there, this amped up, there is no telling what I will do.

I already let the world know she’s mine when I beat the piss out of that guy and took her to my office.

But they don’t know I haven’t fully staked my claim.

That I haven’t fucked her yet.

They don’t know the snake is curled up inside his lair.

Waiting for the right moment to capture and strike.

I know it, though.

I know it and the anticipation is driving me mad.

“It’s almost time, Baby Girl,” I tell the monitor, brushing my fingertips over the one displaying her face.

Fuck.

She’s so pretty.

I know it’s foolish to think this, but there’s an air of innocence about her. Something that tells me she’s hiding more than I think.

I want to know her secrets. I want to break open the triple locked safe inside her chest that she’s hiding them in.

Maria doesn’t know I feel like this.

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