Page 56 of Beautifully Ruined
He’s still at Enzo’s according to the app.
The tiny dot hasn’t moved.
Whatever he and Enzo are working on must be big…I think. Then again, when I try to remember his being around when Jack and I were together, I can’t. Not definitively.
Jack always said his brother worked weird hours. But I know he works from his room, too.
I want to put the itch for more down to me being bored, as I wait for him to come through on the Walsh internship, and I wait, stacking up other offers and voices of interest from different offices I’ve applied to.
Not that I really wanted to, but I know I have to. I’ve only got a few days to make my decision…
I huff out a sigh, as I put my phone down next to the book I am trying and failing to read. Pushing myself up off the bed, I wander over to his computer.
I run my finger over the black laptop casing.
I could open it. Could even turn on his big computer. See what it is he gets up to online. I’m guessing the laptop is the one that doesn’t have work on it, as he’s left it out in the living room before.
After all, he looked and pried into my personal life, so doing that to him?—
My phone buzzes, and I cross and pick it up.
Ghost:Watch those pretty prying fingers, or you might find yourself punished.
I growl and look around,trying to see if he’s got some sort of alarm in that area so he knows if someone approaches his desk.
But I stop and almost smack myself in the head.
What am I thinking?
I look up.
Cameras.
He’s got cameras in here.
I turn in a circle, smiling sweetly, then I lift my T-shirt and bra, turning again, flashing him.
Or the room.
My phone buzzes again.
Nope, definitely cameras.
I drop my shirt, wiggling the bra back in place.
Ghost:Naughty girl.
Me:Asshole.
Ghost:Don’t think that pretty show buys you a pass. Unless you want to drop your pants, get on my bed and spread those thighs and finger yourself to orgasm.
I’m tempted.I really am.
It’s permission, and it’s hot.
Me:Depends who’s watching. You or you and Enzo?
Cade:And if it was both?
