Page 14 of Twin Deception

I shook my head as I left the hall. I couldn’t stand out there. I couldn’t linger with that housekeeper nearby.

Getting onto the elevator, I adjusted my growing erection in my boxers until it wasn’t as uncomfortable.

I hung out near her hotel for a little while longer, unsure how I wanted to approach this. I had the means to stalk her phone, too, but I would need to get closer to the device first to be able to set that in motion. Counting on the small camera I’d pressed on the wall near the elevator exit on her floor, I headed back to my hotel and took a cold shower where I ordered myself to stop obsessing about the sexy raven-haired artist.

The tiny camera I’d stuck on the wall would tell me when she left the building, assuming she wouldn’t opt for the stairs, but even then, I’d see her passing.

She wouldn’t stay in all night. I knew that without any evidence. She was here on vacation. She’d go out, if not for dinner, then to explore the nightlife. Something. Hell, maybe she’d find a late-night art gallery opening or something.

Night fell, and I hung out near her hotel again to see where I’d be following her next.

Like I expected, she showed up. It was a little later than I would’ve guessed, but she was heading out, dressed to party.

God damn, sweetheart…

In a coral-hued dress, even shorter than the one she’d had on for her art trip, she strode from her hotel toward the nearest club.

Hmmm.

I paid my cover and entered after her.

Going out to pick up someone for the night?

I wouldn’t be cool with that. Not because I was jealous of another man with her. Of course not. But, uh, because that would be a witness to my killing her.

She walked ahead of me, dodging a twisted way inside the loud club. Bass notes boomed until the ground shook. Lights flashed in a strobe effect, casting too-quick shadows over her and making me pick up my pace to make sure I didn’t lose her.

The music sped up.

Dancing guests moved in a mob, a sea of lifted arms and swaying bodies grinding together.

She was ahead… somewhere.

I think.

A flash of orange light lowered, buzzing before it lifted once more.

There.

I spotted her black hair, the waves hanging loose and tumbling over her bare shoulder.

Right?

I eased around someone, damning this fucking crowd.

I couldn’t be sure where she was. I was losing her.

Another burst of light shone down. Back and forth, the line of green sparked out over the collective mass of drinking and dancing people here to have a good time, all of them seemingly here to prevent me from reaching her.

She glanced back, her brown eyes narrowed as they locked on me.

Looking over her shoulder, she checked to see whereIwas. I felt the full hit of her stare on me. Only me. It wasn’t a random look around. She’d turned partly to mark where I was.

She knew I was here.

My heart beat faster, tripped up with the vibrations of the music thudding so heavily, the tight confinement of so many people crushed together in one room shrouded in darkness with unreliable lights.

Magnetic forces tied between us. An invisible tug tightened, urging me to get to her. And it wasn’t one-sided.

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