Page 23 of Prey

I kept my gaze on her ass the entire way.

I never said I was a gentleman, and right now, it was taking everything in me not to suggest she lift her shirt and show me what was mine.

I shifted a little, my morning wood making it impossible to think.

Letting out a small groan, I sat up on the bed, my feet touching the cold floor.

I didn’t know what time it was, but it was early.

The sun barely peeked through the clouds.

Her propensity to wake up every morning at six worked better than any alarm clock out there. I was sure she had been up a while.

I heard the toilet flushing before the faucet turned on.

Ten minutes passed since she’d turned the water turned off, and nothing but silence came from the bathroom.

Still, she didn't come out as I expected.

Another ten minutes passed before the doorknob turned, and I found myself finally able to breathe properly.

She shot me a strange look.

It took a moment before I realized it was because I was frowning. I morphed my expression to a relaxed one and stood up to my full height, stretching my muscles and pretending I didn't notice how her eyes ate me up.

Attraction had never been the problem between us, and she was never good at hiding her reactions and emotions from me.

I strolled to the bathroom, and just when I reached the door’s threshold, I turned.

She didn't take her eyes off me fast enough, and now those baby grays were directed at my crotch.

Her wide eyes jumped up and met mine, her skin going from pink to red.

I laughed. “You can look all you want, baby. Seems only fair, considering how much time I spent watching you.”

Her eyes flashed, seething at my words.

She was probably thinking back to the pictures she found on my phone. Did she really think I had left my phone unlocked by accident?

Or that I was the kind of man who would be so careless and not guard my privacy like it was my lifeline. And in my line of work, it literally was.

No, the only reason she got into my phone was because I let her.

I laughed and walked inside the bathroom. Just before I closed the door, I added, “If you try anything like yesterday, I promise we'll end up in the same position. And this time, I don't know if I can stop with just a kiss.”

A gasp of outrage was the last thing I heard before the door clicked shut behind me.

I had already hidden the knife she used, along with anything sharp in the kitchen.

I would not make the same mistake twice.

I quickly got ready for the morning, debating on a morning shower. I didn't want to leave her out there by herself for too long, so I decided against it.

Who knew what kind of trouble she could get into.

I quickly dressed in a black t-shirt and joggers before coming to the kitchen.

She’d helped herself to my clothes.

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