Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
I can pretend to go visit him? Yes, why not?
Within five minutes I am at the bottom of the stairs of the control center and knocking on the door. No answer. I knock again as I look up at the windows above. Hmm, maybe he has gone for the night? I wait for a few more minutes. Bloody hell, this was the perfect opportunity to get in there while nobody else was around.
I knock one last time.
“What are you doing?” a stern voice from behind me commands my attention.
I jump in fright and turn to see Jack, Angela’s man, standing behind me.
“Oh, hi.” I smile. “I was looking for Mac. Do you know if he’s in here?”
He opens the door with his key. “Yeah, I think so. Come in.”
Great. “Okay, thank you.” I follow him up the stairs and we get to the top level to a large computer room with machines, computers, and workstations everywhere. My eyes find him across the room as he sits at his desk, and when he looks at me I feel myself melt a little. It’s been a long day without him.
Stop it.
Wearing a high visibility work shirt and navy blue cargo pants, his sandy blonde hair hangs over his forehead. Those chocolate eyes and square jaw melt me. How is any woman on Earth supposed to block this out? Even in work clothes and steel capped boots, he looks orgasmic.
Christ almighty. Focus.
“Hello.” I smile, secretly hoping he will rush to take me in his arms.
“Hi,” he murmurs before turning back to his computer. My heart drops and I stand nervously waiting for his instruction. God, this isn’t going to work at all.
“Mac, did you see that email?” Jack asks. “I came back to make sure you did.”
“Which one,” he replies, distracted.
“Vikinos is flying in on the 29th.”
Macs eyes fly up to Jack and then to me… Shit.
“Rosh can you give us a minute?” he asks.
“Um, sure. Do you have a bathroom up here I could use?”
He frowns distracted. “Yeah, up the corridor to the left.”
“Thanks.”
I turn and walk up the corridor. Shit, I wanted to hear that conversation. The 29th. How many days away is that? I don’t even know what fucking day it is. I scan the office for a key board or something. Nothing. I walk up the corridor and see two offices. I bite my lip and turn back toward the men. Can they hear me if I open this door?
Shit.
I slowly open the door and it’s empty except for staff lockers. I move onto the next room and open the door. My mouth drops open.
Bingo.
The whole back wall is a board with keys that have numbers above them.
Shit, shit, shit, I’m going to get caught. I quickly scan for the one I want.
Where is it? Where is it? My eyes dart around frantically, and finally, on the bottom right corner, I find the first one and then the other.
* * *
1140 and 1289
* * *
I take the keys and I walk back to the door and look back.
Damn it.
It is blatantly obvious that the top key is missing. What do I do? My eyes widen. I know. I take out my room key and quickly slide it from its key ring and put it onto the hook below the number 1140. The second key is not so noticeable as it is on the top row. I then slide the container key onto my room key ring… nobody will ever know.
I slip out of the room and then duck into the bathroom. I sit on the toilet with an over the top smile on my face.
James Bond, eat your heart out.
* * *
He lies next to me in bed as he reads his book. The room is darkened, lit only by the lamp by the bed. It’s 10pm and he’s in boxer shorts and a t-shirt. I am showered and smelling like soap, naked, yet he hasn’t even looked in my direction.
He’s different.
Something has changed.
Two days ago I couldn’t fight him off me if I tried. Now… nothing.
“That Divinci Code must be an interesting book, hey?” I ask.
“Very,” he murmurs as he turns the page without looking up.
“I wouldn’t know.” I pause as I try to get him to look at me. “I’ve never read it.”
He rolls his tongue in his mouth as if thinking, but doesn’t answer.
I turn on my side and put my hand behind my head to lean up on it as I purposely let the blankets drop to reveal my breasts.
He catches the side of his bottom lip in his teeth as if trying not to react, but still doesn’t flinch.
What are you doing, asshole?
“I’m not tired,” I announce.
“Read a book.” He gestures to a box filled with books under his desk.
I roll my eyes and get up out of bed. I’m naked and I purposely bend over and slide the box out with my behind towards him. I can see him in the bathroom mirror behind me and his eyes rise to watch me, although he pretends not to.