Page 38 of Hunting Pretty

Whatever warmth had been there when I spied from outside was clearly because of Ava herself. When she was gone, it seemed every trace of her left as well.

Hopping up onto her armoire, I removed the cover of the air-conditioning vent and frowned at the camera staring back at me with a single glowing red dot.

I replaced the camera with a better one and took my time fiddling for the best angle.

I hopped off and dusted off my boot prints from the 18th century French antique.

I kept an ear out for footsteps on the landing as I installed a camera in Ava’s bedside lamp.

Ducking inside Ava’s en suite bathroom, I installed yet another camera.

Then I plucked a pair of black lace panties from her laundry basket.

Bringing them to my nose, I inhaled deeply. Ava’s muskflowed through me like a heat wave and I was instantly hard.

I couldn’t sort this out now.

I’d been up here for long enough.

I pocketed Ava’s panties and slipped out of her bedroom.

I heard that sharp rasp of heels on the staircase and I darted across to the third door on the right.

I flushed and turned on the water for a full twenty seconds before I stepped back outside.

Just as Siobhan turned the corner at the top of the stairs.

“All done,” I said, rubbing my dry hands on my pants. “I’ll email my invoice.”

Siobhan remained with one hand on the wainscoted wall and one on the baluster at the top of the railing, blocking my retreat down the stairs.

An additional button was undone on her blouse, a spray of perfume still damp over a vein pulsing rapidly along her throat.

“I finish work in twenty minutes,” she asked. “Maybe we could go for a drink and you can tell me all about the good work you do.”

Inclining my head, I said, “Duty calls. I’m afraid.”

Her dark eyes looked me over and she tapped a bloodred nail against the wood. “Another job?”

Ava flashed into my mind and I couldn’t help but smile. “Another woman.”

Siobhan shot me a hungry smile. “I can share.”

“I can’t,” I said. “Share. That is.”

Siobhan ran her tongue over her teeth. “Lucky girl. Girlfriend?”

I fingered Ava’s panties in my pocket.

Already I could imagine them wet with my cum, my shuddering cock entangled in the lace, Ava’s round ass in her plaid miniskirt up there on the big screen as she kicked her legs back and forth on her bed, oblivious to me watching her every move.

I grinned. “Future wife.”

If Ava’s neighbor had been a good man, I’d have come up with a reason for him to vacate his house so soon after moving in.

An invitation from a very important Saudi prince to vacation in Dubai for a month, an important contract he had to negotiate for weeks in person in Hong Kong, or a disaster at one of his office buildings in New York that he had to personally oversee.

I wasn’t a complete monster.

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