Page 5 of His Every Move

The sun had crept behind a tall apartment building. I walked through the lengthy shadow, passing a bakery that must have gone viral online because people were fanning themselves as they waited to enter. Two younger girls walked out and took a moment with their colorful pastries to pose and take a picture for their social media. I had to admit that the bright pink croissantwasfun to look at.

I wondered how good it tasted, though.

The Stonewall Investigations offices weren’t much farther. I took a left down a quiet street and walked past a couple of brownstones before I reached the location on my maps.

It was a cute building, with dark green ivy crawling up the brick facade. There was a sign above the door that read Stonewall Investigations, a small rainbow sitting in between the words—a subtle sign that this agency was a safe space for all. One of my longtime viewers, NightOwl, had actually told me about this spot after I confided in them about what was happening with Nomad.

Not everyone online was out to get me, which was nice.

I climbed up the steps and opened the door. Inside, the lobby area was as cute as the exterior. There was a small desk where I assumed the receptionist should be. I checked the time again. According to the website, they should be open for another thirty minutes.

“Hello?”

There was a short hallway in front of me, the doors to the offices closed. I thought I could hear a soft shuffle behind one of the doors.

“Hello? Anyone here?”

Maybe I’d come back another time. I was about to leave when I heard a door open behind me, its hinges squealing and the wooden floor creaking as someone stepped out.

“Hi, hello, sorry, our front desk guy left early today.”

I turned around and laid eyes on one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen. I had been completely wrong. My expectations were wildly off the mark. This man washot, with a scruffy dark beard, broody hazel eyes, thick brows, powerful shoulders,sexyforearms. And his smile, it caught me totally off guard. He had a softness to the edge of his attractiveness. Almost as if he didn’t even realize the power his appearance could wield.

“How can I help you?”

Wow. This man was hot in a traditional way mixed with something edgier, sharper.

“Hi, I’m, uh, looking for Benji Morrison? I was recommended to him by a friend.”

“Pleasure to meet you…”

“Elijah. Eli.”

“Please to meet you, Eli. I’m Benji, the detective you’re looking for. How can I help you?”

Chapter3

Benji Morrison

He was here.

He was real. A living, breathing, smiling human being. Elijah wasn’t just some fictional character locked up behind my computer screen. He didn’t live miles and miles away, nor did he appear any different than the man I’d come to know over my time watching his streams.

My mouth went dry. Meeting new clients wasn’t exactly a difficult part of my job, but that changed when I was meeting someone who I already intimately knew. I’d seen Elijah lying back with his legs spread, a hand massaging his full balls as he blew his load all over his sexy chest.

I couldn’t say that about any of my other clients, that was for sure.

“Come,” I managed to say. “Let’s step into my office.”

I turned and tried to compose myself, even though I could feel Eli’s intense stare boring a hole through my back. There’s no way he could possibly know I was a, well, fan of his. I just had to play it cool. I could do that.

“You can take a seat here.” I pulled out the chair in front of my desk. Eli stepped into my office—into myspace—and looked around, seemingly admiring it all while I secretly admired him.

I’d been working at Stonewall Investigations for a little over a year now, so I’d had plenty of time to add personal touches: a watercolor sunset painting I had picked up on a trip to Paris, a wooden sculpture of an eagle one of my clients had gifted me. A couple of books were neatly stacked next to my computer. A few nonfiction reads and two thrillers I was working my way through.

“Nice reads,” Eli said as he sat. “I’m actually readingThe Missing Roommate, too.”

“How are you liking it?”

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