Page 12 of Room Nine: For Their Eyes Only

“What do you want to know?” Vivienne smiles, and her tense body relaxes into a fuzzy pink pillow. “I’m 5’3. You know I have brown hair and blue eyes. No pets, but I love cats. I haven’t decided what kind of job I want to do full time or where I want to put down roots. And you apparently know exactly what to say to convince me to remove my panties.” She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and provides details I don’t want my brothers to hear.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon.” I take a sip of bourbon and clench my jaw, the strong aroma biting at my taste buds. “Tell me something, angel. Have you ever met someone from this platform in person?”

Vivi shakes her head. “No, but lately, I’ve been tempted. I’ve had an interesting two days.”

Vadim steps closer, wanting to reveal his presence to the object of his newfound affection. He’s made it clear he’s smitten, but I’ve asked him to hang back until we learn more about her location. I wave him off, gesturing for him to return to his place in the camera’s blind spot, and he reluctantly returns, murmuring profanities under his breath.

I don’t want her to believe I had others watching the other night. It would be another betrayal of trust.

I may not be able to confess I’m working for her father, but I’ll be damned if I let someone see her pussy without her permission.

“Does that include me?” I’m not a flirt, but Vivienne makes it easy to turn on the charm. She’s so young, beautiful, and brimming with sexual curiosity. It’s fucking intoxicating.

“Maybe,” she gushes, giggling sweetly as she rolls to her side. In my periphery, Vadim’s tight lips curve in a silly grin as he watches her gather her hair into a messy bun. He claims they haven’t met, but he looks hopelessly smitten. I have a nagging suspicion that he’s withholding information.

We're nowhere closer than where we started. While Viktor twiddles his thumbs, complaining about our lack of progress while doing nothing to help, Vadim and I have been on his computer most of the day, working behind the scenes with various connections to pinpoint her precise location. We haven’t gotten far, but at least we’re trying.

“What did you do today, darling?” I’m only mildly curious. I want to ask far more critical questions than her daily whereabouts, but I can’t neglect my obligation. We’ve gotten nowhere searching for her digital footprint. CamLife encrypts their information for the sake of privacy. We only found her photo online because someone took a pixelated screenshot.

That’s why I need to search for clues in her conversation. Little things can give it away—a restaurant, mall, or place of business. Getting her to talk about them will help our investigation.

Vivi pauses to consider the question and lifts her hand, waving her manicured fingers. “I got my nails done. Do you like it?”

“I do. That’s a lovely shade of pink.” I can see why her nickname is Pinky. Everything about this girl is pink. Typically, I’d find it irritating, but she’s so adorable it fits. “What else?”

“I went shopping and had lunch downtown,” her voice drops to a purr, and she tangles a finger through her long, brown hair. She makes it so easy to fall under her spell, but I need to rein in my traitorous heart and stick to business.

Asking her to elaborate will only make me look suspicious, but I try, nonetheless. “What did you eat?”

Vivienne shakes her head and makes a face. “I have terrible self-control. After a long day of shopping, I ate a burger, fries and shared a milkshake.” A crimson flush spreads from her chest to her face, as if her appetite is something to be ashamed of.

I nip that crazy shit in the bud. “Next time, get your own shake. You’re a growing girl who needs your sustenance to keep looking as fine as you do.”

She covers her smile with her hand, and her bright eyes gleam with appreciation. “You’re a sweetie, Andrei. What brings you here for a second night? Someone as handsome as you should be breaking hearts.”

“I’m here because I want to be here.” I tense, fearing my emotions are too easy to read.

Vivi closes her eyes and hugs her pillow, smiling as she sighs. “I’m glad you’re here, too.”

I know nothing about her audience or the kind of men who come here. Until recently, I didn’t know these kinds of things existed. But if she’s implying I’m lonely, then she’s half right. I’ve never had any trouble finding companions. I just wish I could meet someone who motivated me to stick around.

“What did you buy yourself? I hope it was something nice.” I change the subject, hoping to jump back on track before I forget why I’m here. It’s so easy to slip away into a fantasy world, believing she shares my attraction, but the odds are she’s playing me for a fool or simply experimenting with her sexuality. I doubt she’d want to hitch her wagon to a man only a few years younger than her father. Especially one she met online.

For the sake of Boris and our business, I return to my task and try to wrangle the name of a local store. I’ve wasted too much time with my head in the clouds.

Vivienne is a job. Nothing more.

I repeat those words in my mind, hoping to convince myself they’re true.

“Let me show you what I bought,” she squeals and pans the camera to the right, wiggling her behind to show me the pink baby doll panties decked with rows of lace across her round ass. My mouth waters at the glorious sight, and my stiff cock rams into my zipper. She really knows how to pull out the big guns. No wonder she’s so popular.

Vadim groans, quickly emptying his drink before pouring himself and Viktor another. He shakes his head and clenches his fist, his stern gaze shooting daggers into my heart.

My brothers and I are close. We’re more than family. We’re best friends who spend most of our time together. From the outside looking in, I have no doubt it appears unhealthy. I’m in my forties, and Viktor and Vadim are nearly there. We should have wives and families of our own, but none of us have ever come close.

We're notoriously horrible at relationships and typically find amusement in quick and easy encounters that finish long before they get off the ground. Who has time to fall in love when we run a multi-billion-dollar business and insist on doing most of the work ourselves?

“Those are some hot fucking panties,” I grunt, biting my lip to stifle the growl vibrating in my chest.

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