Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 78732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I whimper with need, but the light chuckle he emits brings me right back down to earth.
I don't miss the way he reaches for me, his wet fingers gliding over my hips, as I stand and climb out of the hot tub.
I'm praying as he watches me walk away that he can't see just how weak my knees are.
Chapter 21
Heathen
I swear it takes half an hour of me sitting in the hot tub, begging for relief, before I'm capable of getting my body under control after she sauntered away.
What started out as a way to tease her and get the upper hand left me feeling like a preteen that got a glimpse at the damn underwear advertised in a mall window.
I'm not so perverted that I'd bring myself to completion in the hot tub, although I thought about it and fought the idea a little longer than I should've.
Instead of going inside immediately, I sit in a lounger with a towel wrapped around my waist for another couple of minutes, so I can go inside and not have to go upstairs immediately. I don't know what would happen if I opened the bedroom door and saw her in the bed, or worse, found her in the shower.
My eyes cut toward the stairs to the second floor when I come up out of the basement, and I swear my cock jerks, urging me in that direction.
How in the world did my teasing her turn around to torture me?
Talk about an epic failure on my part.
The door to the conference room is wide open, and I glance inside, finding Rooster with his face lit by multiple computer screens.
"Playing online games?" I ask as I enter.
"Not really the type to play games," he mutters, not pulling his eyes from the screen. "I'm more interested in learning."
"What are you learning about today?" I ask, just to keep the conversation going because if I can engage with him, it'll be better than going upstairs and engaging with Kaylee.
"Dima Tkachenko," he says without looking up.
"Really?" I ask, scooting in closer.
I grab the back of one of the rolling chairs near the conference room table and drag it toward his station, taking a seat and looking at the screen.
"Holy shit," I mutter. "Are you like some sort of savant?"
"I'm good with a computer," he says, as if there's nothing weird about the different windows popping up at a ridiculous speed, and then minimizing is completely normal.
"And you're reading all of that shit?" I ask, pointing to the three computer screens.
His fingers stop moving over the keyboard and his head turns slowly in my direction.
"What? No," he says, as if what I've asked is completely asinine. "The system is working through all the information. I have a program that breaks it down and categorizes it for me so I don't have to wade through all of the minutia."
"That makes more sense," I mutter.
"But I did write the program that does that for me, so I guess that's still awesome."
"Incredibly," I agree.
I'm not an idiot online, but I can't get you to the dark web or do much past a basic search with the use of a search engine. I don't really have the patience for any of it, and it makes me even more grateful that Kincaid saw fit to have Rooster here with us instead of us having to depend on one of the other guys. Not only would it delay response time, but I think it would also keep us from asking all the things we wanted to know in fear that we were bothering them with stuff we didn't need to ask them.
"Have you found out much more?"
"He's a very smart criminal," Rooster mutters. "I've found some minor violations, but nothing big enough yet for the SWAT team to raid his warehouse."
"I still can't believe he hasn't thrown up a red flag for how many times he's been listed as a witness to marriages."
"That's not exactly weird in Vegas," Rooster counters. "Think of all the chapels around town. They all have the same witnesses. That little chapel down on the strip has two employees who have been listed as witnesses to three times as many marriages as Dima Tkachenko."
"That's insane."
"That's Vegas."
"I feel like we're pouring buckets of water on a forest fire," I confess.
"Doing nothing would be worse. Imagine how bad things would be if there weren't people like us. The lawlessness would be out of control."
"I guess that's true," I quickly agree.
If there was no threat of punishment for certain activities, and people knew they could operate with impunity, then society would be in utter chaos.
"I guess it's good that the criminal knows there might be someone out there watching."
He grunts a quick approval.
"Speaking of watching, I think I need to remind you that there are cameras in all of the common areas of the property."