Page 67 of While You Were Spying
Except thenIwould be with Liam on the mission that he and Adam are currently on, and Adam would be the one here with Isabelle, pretending to be her husband.
Kissing her.
Touching her.
Listening to her answers to Gabrielle’s sexual questions.
And hell if I want that to happen.
Mine, the voice in my head says. A caveman grunt accompanies it, along with the mental image of tossing her over my shoulder and carting her away.
I cup Isabelle’s cheek and lower my lips to hers. I could definitely get used to kissing her like this whenever I want. Too bad that’s not the way it’s going to be once the mission is over.
We’ve already agreed that what happens in Huntington Beach stays in Huntington Beach. There will be no kissing or sex once the mission is complete.
There will be no office romance.
We’ll go back to being friends…without benefits.
Knowing that at some point this will all end, I take advantage of the moment, stroking and swirling my tongue against hers. She follows suit, driving me crazy with the need to do something more. Something hotter.
Something that isn’t suitable for the classroom.
* * *
Caroline is aheadof us as the group walks away from the classroom. She’s busy talking to Demek and her other ardent admirers. Her husband, Davis, walks behind the group, taking it all in stride.
“Can we talk to you for a moment?” I ask him. “In private.”
Welcome to Plan B. Since it’s next to impossible to talk to Caroline without everyone else listening in, Isabelle and I figured we’d have an easier time approaching Davis about our concerns when it comes to the mysterious break-ins.
“What about?” This is a man who is used to being the backup plan when people want to talk to his wife. The leery expression on his face is the dead giveaway.
“The owner of the resort asked the firm we work for to do extra security work after several guest rooms were allegedly broken in to. We have reason to believe your wife could be the next target. We need to talk to the two of you about what to keep an eye open for, and we need your help so we can identify the culprit.”
“Why aren’t the police talking to us about this?”
“Right now there’s not enough evidence for the authorities to look into it. That’s why Bernard hired the company Isabelle and I work for.”
“You can confirm this with Bernard if you’d like,” she says. “But we do ask that you and your wife be discreet. We don’t want to alert the individual that their activities are under investigation.”
“But if it means my wife’s safety—”
“Right now we’re under the belief that this goes deeper than your wife. It could have serious political implications and implications for national security.” All right, we don’t have actual proof of that, but if the KGB is involved, then it’s likely true.
“Is this because my wife is running for a seat in the House?”
“We don’t have that answer yet. It could be she’s not a target at all. We need to figure out if she is and the connection between her and the previous victims.”
“What did they steal? That way I’ll know if she’s at risk.”
“Other than a memory stick, nothing has been reported missing. And we’re not even one hundred percent certain it was stolen. It went missing but then turned up again. It could be the device was in the bedroom the entire time. So other than that, we have no idea what the unknown suspect is hoping to find. But whatever it is, they believe it’s in the targets’ room.”
“What do you need us to do?” he asks.
“Be vigilant. Don’t leave anything in your room with valuable information on it. With your permission, we’d like to set up a camera in your room so if anyone breaks in, we’ll have a recording of it to hand over to the authorities.”
“You want us to sleep with a camera watching us?”
