Page 129 of Beautifully Ruined
I grin and slide in my computer and some hardware I need. “Popcorn’s forever changed for me.”
“How?”
Crossing to the bed, I lean in and kiss her long and slow, taking my time to explore her mouth, to suck in her tongue and rile us both up.
“It’s going to forever mean filthy movies in old theaters and you sucking my cock.”
“Or you going down on me.” Then she grins wickedly. “You packed it in your bag and then followed me into the bathroom… What about that part?”
“It was locked in my bag when I took your fine ass over that sink. Where anyone could have come in.” I stop and groan, kissing her once more. “I have to go to work, not jump your bones again. Anything big today?”
Her eyes widen. “I forgot to tell you. At the club…this girl…Macy? She works for Walsh. She was there.”
I shrug. “People have preferences, urges.”
“It’s a connection, and she looked…I don’t know, like she worked there?”
Her expression is troubled, and I frown. “Maybe you should leave it alone. People do a lot of things, and she might not like it.”
“We both were there. I’m going to meet up for a drink with her after work, I think. Hopefully tonight. I’m not an idiot.”
“I didn’t say you were, Vi. I just need you to be careful.”
“That sure sounds like you think I’m an idiot.”
I sling the pack over one shoulder. “I said be careful. And…keep me posted. I trust you.”
She jumps out of bed, naked, and flings her arms around me, and kisses me. And I’m almost very, very late to work.
“Of course,the fucking system at the club’s totally basic.” Enzo sits back as he waves a hand at his computer. “I’m shocked it’s not taken over by bots, or they weren’t hacked years ago. A three-year-old could hack into it. Honestly, I’m disgusted. At least try.”
I roll my eyes at him and poke around some more. Neither of us is making anything more than minimal effort in covering our tracks. No one would be able to trace us back.
“Too basic?”
He nods. “My thinking was along those lines.”
“Like if someone did poke about, there isn’t money to steal, client lists aren’t on there, which is in keeping with a lot of these clubs. They keep that offline, and number it online, so it’s not traceable. But it looks like they’ve got nothing to hide.”
“Except, they might.” Enzo sits back, looking too pleased with himself.
I shove his seat with my foot, sending him rolling a little over the floor.
“Dude.”
“Bro.” I deadpan the word. “I know you’ve found something. Are you planning on sharing?”
“Give me my moment in the sun.”
“This is the basement.”
“What does this girl see in you, anyway?”
Oh, the crass answer is there, but I veer into better territory. “Brains.”
“Then she should be drooling at my feet. Because, seriously, I’m a grandmaster when it comes to this, a brilliant hacker. You could even learn from me?—”
“You know. Not to cut you off or anything, but maybe we should get to the point.”
