Page 32 of Barefoot Chaos
"I can find people, not always through legal means," she stated matter-of-fact.
"Okay, cut the cloak and dagger routine, Bailey. How exactly do you find people?" I was trying to get Hessa alone so we could get back to the making out we had agreed upon. I didn't have time for this guessing game.
"Jeez, Kai. Way to suck the fun right out of this conversation. Didn't you ever see the movie Taken?" She looked at me like I was slow. She deepened her voice, making a seriously pissed off face. "I will find you. And I will kill you."
Hessa looked up at me, her eyes wide. "Um...."
"Okay, seriously, this has been a wasted performance on you guys." Bailey looked all kinds of put out. She jumped up and threw her hands up in the air. "I'm a damn good computer hacker, so if you'd like I'll run through a few things and see if I can find your guy. Just give me names of who's been dared and I'll work backwards."
It only took a second or two for Hessa to catch up. "That's awesome. I've always wanted to know a computer hacker!" she squealed, jumping up. "Here's the paperwork that Jack left. Maybe take a picture of it so you have the same info to work from?"
Bailey dazzled us with a brilliant smile, happy now that someone had caught on and was giving her the reaction she was hoping for. She snapped pics of the police report on her phone and hugged Hessa. "Sit tight, Hessa-girl. I'll call you with news soon." A wink in my direction and then she was sashaying to the front door.
Hessa locked the door behind her and spun around, her jaw on the floor. "She's a hacker! How cool is that?"
She was adorable. Completely floored that Bailey could be one of those stereotypical anti-social computer hackers. I was more than a little worried that we'd unleashed a crazy person who just might mess up the investigation, but I also figured that was Jack's problem.
I pulled Hessa back into the living room, pulled her glasses off her face, and wrapped my arms around her. I was done sharing her attention with others tonight. I wanted some alone time: just her and I. Thankfully, she melted right into my body, letting me know she was interested in that plan too.
Getting her mind off the dare drama was my highest concern. I needed her out of her head, relaxed and tapping into that wild, sensual side of herself that she rarely let out.
"Will you trust me?" I whispered in her ear.
She pulled back to look at my face. "That's extremely vague and disconcerting, you know that right?" She smiled at me as she said it, so I knew she just needed some extra data in order to make a decision.
"I'd like to help you relax, so if you trust me I'd like you to have a seat on the couch. Please."
She gave me a sly look. "It was the impeccable manners that got me. Just so you know." Then she stepped over and had a seat on one end of the couch.
I shook my head. I would love, just once, to get her so crazy, she dropped the big words and polite little phrases and just moaned with pleasure. As I walked over to her speaker, I decided that was my mission tonight. I connected my phone to the speaker and put on my Hawaiian meditation playlist, a mix of classic island songs along with guitar and ukulele cover riffs.
Hessa eyed me as I moved around her room. I could feel the weight of her stare, the anticipation thickening the air as I planned my attack.
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Hessa
He was just stalking around my living room, turning things on, lighting candles. Like he owned the space. I should have been irked by the intrusion, but I actually thrilled in seeing him comfortable in my personal space. I was, however, getting antsy the longer the silence continued, second-guessing what we were doing here. I was in my scuzzy clothes, hair a mess, no make-up. Heavens to Betsy, I hadn't even shaved today!
Before I could excuse myself to clean up my appearance, Kai was back at the couch, sitting on the other end. He reached down, grabbed my feet and spun me around so my feet were now laying in his lap and I was laying back against the armrest.
"Wha--"
"Shh. Just lean back and relax." He was speaking low, barely audible over the music coming from my speaker. On the first firm stroke of his thumb in my arch, my eyes fluttered shut and I acquiesced to his request. The music sounded so similar to what he played on the beach the other night, which was quickly becoming my favorite.
I didn't know where he learned to massage like that, but my feet were the happy recipients, nearly purring from the attention.
"You have sexy feet, Hessa." My eyes popped open, thinking he had to be joking with me. One look at the heat in his eyes and I knew he meant it. Before I could argue the falseness of his statement, he kept going, his voice rumbling through my chest. "I've seen these feet in sexy black heels I hope to see again, perhaps with less clothing involved. I've seen these feet walk along the beach with me, making footprints together in my favorite place. And the red polish. I like that a lot, Hessa."
Now, I'd never found feet sexy, but with each passing moment, he was convincing me there might be some element of worthiness to those things attached to the end of my legs. There was no denying the desire I saw in his face, in the way his hands rubbed and squeezed and stroked. Hey, if he liked the red polish and the black heels, I'd be sure to wear both every damn day.
When his hands traveled up my calves and massaged the back of my knees, I closed my eyes again and enjoyed the shivers running up and down my body. I worried he could feel my goose bumps on my unshaven legs, but if he did, he didn't seem put off by it in the slightest. Those hands kept stroking, higher and higher, finally hitting the hem of my shorts.
Apparently, that was no barrier either as his thumbs found their way underneath. We both gasped at the contact and his thumbs froze in place.
My eyes popped open, my head whipped up, and my cheeks turned bright red, all in the space of a nanosecond.
"No underwear, Ono?" He didn't look horrified, per say. In fact, I'd say his eyes lost all focus and the clench of his jaw matched every other muscle in his body. He looked ready to either pounce or flee. I sent up prayers for the former. I didn't think I could survive the latter.
