Page 8 of Hunted Temptation
I watch as he sets the bottle down on the counter. He doesn’t go to his side of the house. With the split floor plan, I know exactly where the master bedroom is located and where Elodie’s room is. He doesn’t go to his own. Instead, he moves toward Elodie’s bedroom.
Why the fuck is he going to her room?
Instead of looking away, I stare straight at her bedroom, watching and waiting. The door gently creaks open, and then he steps inside, slowly moving toward her bedside. My lips press into a thin line when he reaches out, extends his index finger, and slides it down her jawline.
My muscles tighten.
Awareness prickles my entire body.
He’s too close.
The touch is too intimate.
I don’t like anything about it. I’m not sure how much longer I can watch this. I know there is a bigger picture here, and I need to focus on that, but I also know I won’t be able to just sit here and allow anything to happen to her. I won’t be able to see him hurt her in any way. She’s too special, which is laughable, because I’ve never even been close enough to touch her.
I knew it the moment my eyes connected with her image… to that photograph.
Elodie is mine.
Her eyes open, and she winces slightly the moment she realizes it’s Scoggins at her bedside. Well, at least she knows whatever this is is wrong, too. I don’t like being a bystander. I’m not that kind of man. Scoggins takes a step backward and says something, but I can’t hear him. My next move will be to put some listening devices in this fucking place so I can find out exactly what’s happening here.
Scoggins takes a step backward but doesn’t walk away. His mouth is moving. Dipping my chin, I narrow my eyes at them, pressing my lips together. I can’t take my focus off the situation.
He moves toward the door, looking over his shoulder at her, then his mouth moves again, and she retreats into herself immediately. He opens the door, slips out of the room, and closes it behind him.
Instead of paying attention to him walking through the house, I keep my attention on Elodie. She is now sitting up with her back against the headboard. She has her knees up, and her arms are wrapped around her shins. Her chin is resting on her knees as she stares straight ahead at nothingness.
I don’t like the way she has reacted to whatever the fuck is happening here. Shifting my attention from her, I find Scoggins. He’s moving through the house and reaches the master bedroom.
He slips inside, and I’m unable to see anything further, because he doesn’t have cameras there. That’s next. Listening devices and extra fucking cameras. I need to know what the fuck is happening in there.
The next few hours are uneventful. Elodie eventually slips out of bed and into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, she emerges wrapped in a towel. Like the pervert I am becoming, I watch as she drops the towel and puts on her panties and bra.
I can’t look away from her body.
She’s stunning.
She slowly slides a pair of short biker shorts on, which do amazing things for her ass, then she pulls a tank top over her head and puts her hair up in a messy bun before she leaves her bedroom and walks into the main living area of the house.
She doesn’t go into the kitchen the way I expect. I know personally, I like to have some protein when I wake up in the morning. But she walks toward the back door, and I can’t see her any longer.
Instead of pulling up the perimeter cameras, I keep my gaze out of the window and on the corner of the fence. I wait for her to climb over, but she doesn’t.
Deciding that I need to take a little walk to blow off a little steam, I stretch and head out of the house. Moving across thestreet, I stroll down the sidewalk until I reach the back part of Scoggins’s fence.
There is a knot that’s fallen out in one of the fence posts, so, like the pervert I’ve become, I peer through said knot. Elodie is standing at the edge of the back porch. She’s staring straight ahead, but I have no clue what she’s looking at. She lifts her arms in the air, stretching from side to side, then she drops them to her side and lets out an audible sigh.
It’s the first sound I’ve heard from her lips, and I can’t deny that it’s sexy.
She’ssexy.
Taking a step backward, I decide that this is a good opportunity to disable his perimeter cameras and put a tracker on Scoggins’s car. Hurrying back to the house, I sit down in front of the computer and get to work.
I cannot get comfortable here, no matter how great the view is. I need to get this job done and move on. I’m losing actual income doing this. As much fun as it is to be a pervert, I do need to get on with this. There are pieces of shit that need to die. Scoggins isn’t the only one.
Chapter Three
ELODIE
