Page 31 of Zen's Crash

When she starts to say something, I put my fingers to my lips in a silent gesture for her to stop talking. Her eyes widen when I fly out of the chair and begin searching the room for surveillance equipment. I remember her saying she had odd experiences, ones her therapist attributed to complicated grief. I’ve been in her room for only a few hours, and I’ve heard a couple of things I can’t explain. I’m not suffering from grief, so there has to be another explanation. The most likely explanation is that someone has monitoring equipment in her room, like a nanny cam with two-way talk. Right now I wish I had some of our sweeping equipment with me, but I’m just gonna have to rely on common sense.

I carefully search around the door frame, around the edges of the furniture, and check all the electrical outlets. Then I seeher cellphone lying on the desk. When I make a grab for it, she lurches forward and gets to it first. When she opens her mouth to speak, I gesture for her to be quiet. Pulling out my phone I type out a text, I don’t send it in case her phone is bugged, instead I show her the screen.

I want to check for bugs.

She nods, glances around nervously, and hands me her phone.

I switch it into airplane mode and link it to my laptop then start running an antimalware program. I’d prefer to be doing this in my office, where I could isolate it completely, but this will have to do.

Lexi slaps my shoulder and gestures for me to hand her my phone, I pass it to her, and she types out something before holding it in front of my face.

I run antiviral and malware programs regularly on my phone and computer.

I take the phone and type a message back.

When you were sleeping, I heard voices. Someone whispering ‘Leave. You should not be here’. Either you have ghosts, or someone is watching you.

Her expression brightens and I hand her the phone.

You heard it too? Maybe I’m not crazy after all.

When her malware program comes back clean, she taps my phone. I roll my eyes and run my own scan because she’s not wrong about the silent suggestion that if it’s not her phone,it must be mine. I wait with bated breath, and I’m pleased to discover my phone isn’t compromised either.

We both turn to look at our computers at the same time. Since there are no recording devices and our cell phones are clean, that only leaves our computers.

I watch as she carefully runs several diagnostics on her desktop PC. I do the same with my laptop and then we watch as they all come back clean one at a time. I quietly shut my laptop down.

It’s weird, but I can’t shake the gut feeling that her computer is compromised. An idea comes to mind, and I type out a text to her, then show her my phone.

Want to see if we can provoke whoever this is into speaking again by pretending to make out? If I were obsessed enough to stalk you, you making out with another man would piss me off royally.

I watch as she reads it. Her eyes lift to mine, and I see that this woman likes living dangerously. She grabs the phone, types something, and hands it back.

Yeah, I’ll do anything to figure out who this is. However, if we do this, you have to stay with me until we catch this guy. I’m not going to piss him off and then face off with him all by myself.

I place my phone on the table and grin at her. My mind fills with a million ideas for how to pull this off. Then I get the ball rolling. “So Lexi, I’ve been thinking. This situation is getting pretty stressful. How do you feel about using casual sex to de-stress?”

She tries to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing in case her stalker is watching us and responds, “Well, Zen, I don’t normally think of sex as casual. The thing is, I feel like I’m about to implode from all the stress. That makes your offer almost too good to pass up.”

With that she stretches, her shirt lifting up to reveal some tanned skin.

I know we’re just playing around here, but I can feel my cock twitching at the thought of putting my mouth on her. I’m sitting on her bed and she’s in her computer chair, so I playfully pat my lap and say, “I’ve been intrigued by you since you first showed up at our clubhouse. If you want me, come sit in my lap. We’ll get to know each other a little better and see where things go after that.”

To my surprise, Lexi gets up and walks over to me and straddles my lap.

My heart leaps into my throat as she puts her arms around my neck. “You’re a handsome man, Zen. I like all the muscles and tattoos. You must work out a lot.” She then puts her mouth to my ear and whispers, “I’m not really acting, you are so damn sexy.”

I gasp as my cock stiffens at her hushed words, then say loudly for the benefit of our eavesdropper, “I work out for at least an hour and half every single day, with the focus on endurance and weights.”

“Tell me more about the endurance work outs.” Her voice is soft and sensual. I don’t have to wonder if she’s whipping up a double entendre for the occasion, because she’s being soobvious about it. I know this is a show for an audience, but it’s clear that neither of us are acting.

I’m all too eager to pick up on any double entendre she’s throwing out, so I boast, “Endurance is important because it means I can go for hours and am willing to do all the heavy lifting when we’re together.”

“Hours, you say? I’ve gotta admit that I like the sound of that.”

“How about you let me taste your lips to see if there’s a spark?” I realize our conversation is rudimentary and a little juvenile, but it’s for our potential listener. As long as it does its job of provoking him, it doesn’t matter.

“I’d be down for some lip action,” she responds as she eagerly moves forward, pressing her full breasts against my chest. Being so close to her is making me want more than she’s offering, but I leash my want and take things slowly, hoping that she doesn’t notice just how hard she’s making me.

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