Page 31 of Marked By the Pack
“You think?” I pulled a robe around myself. Naughty boys didn’t get to see me in my lingerie.
“So…why exactly are you upset with me?” He adjusted the bandana around his forehead. He was fidgeting. He knew exactly what he’d done.
“Seriously? What the hell, Grudge? How long have you been hacked into stuff in my house? Have you been watching my every move this whole time?”
“I’m not watching your every move.”
“Then what the fuck is going on with my lights?”
He smiled. “Shouldn’t you be thanking me? Because last time I checked, an intruder broke into your house last night and I gave you home field advantage by turning off all the lights.”
“We both know that was Emma, not an intruder.”
“Well I didn’t know it was Emma at the time…because I’m not watching your every move.”
Why did he keep quoting me verbatim? “So whatareyou doing?”
He shrugged. “Mostly like…listening.”
I glared at him.
He held up his hands. “Look, it’s not my fault that you use your birthday as all your passwords.”
“Why do you know my birthday?”
“Zoey.” He laughed. “I can find out whatever I want about you.” He gestured to his computer. “I’m good at stuff like this.”
I just gaped at him.
He smiled back at me. “But you actually told me your birthday. Well, technically you just told me your password when I helped you set up your site. And it was clearly your birthday. And you use it for everything. Soyeah, I tapped into some of your smart devices and shut off your power last night tosave you. You’re welcome.”
I shook my head.
“You’re smiling again. Good. Now where were we…”
“I’m not smiling!” I was smiling a little.
“Mhm. You can take your robe off again now. To thank me.”
“Hold your horses. So you’re not watching me through my smart TV or anything?”
“No.” He laughed. “I’d never watch you downstairs. That would be a huge violation of privacy.”
“Downstairs would be a violation of my privacy? So you’re watching me upstairs?”
“I mean...just like…sometimes through your cams or whatever.”
“Grudge!”
“Zoey, I’m just checking on you. To make sure you’re okay.”
“And watching my private sessions, perv?”
“I thought it was like a tit-for-tat situation. I helped you set up all your equipment. And…I got lifetime access.”
“No, I paid you for your time.”
He laughed. “No, I said I didn’t want to be paid. And you gave me a five minute striptease sampler.”
