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grinning at me.
“What?” I say, now feeling stupid. He takes the few
steps between us, and practically slams into me as his lips crush against mine
hungrily. He picks me up, and I automatically wrap my legs around him as he
walks us through the door and into the dark office, kissing me so hard I’m out
of breath.
“Is there an alarm?” he asks against my lips, barely
letting me get the word ‘no’ out of my mouth, before he returns his lips to
mine and sits me on the edge of the desk. One of his hands is wrapped around
the back of my neck while the other slides up and into my hair, grabbing a
fistful which makes me groan against his mouth.
He pulls back slightly, "no cameras either?"
"No" I answer, and find myself reaching out
for him and pulling him back against me. His hips grind into mine slightly, and
a soft moan slips through my lips at the contact.
The blueprints forgotten, the felony we're committing
forgotten, all of it - right this second, all my mind seems to be registering
is that this exceptionally sexy guy has just broken into an office with me,
instead of ratting me out to the police. Someone who's supposed to be my
boss's, boss's boss just broke into the building with me to get the blueprints
I need. Will I have to explain what I'm doing? Or will he keep up this
need-to-know type relationship? It’s not like he’s going to know whose
blueprints they are.
He pulls back from my lips and takes a step back.
Taking a necessary breath as well as a look around the room we're in. I find
myself following his eye sight, taking in the filing cabinets, mahogany desk,
and framed photos of buildings hung up on the walls.
"Why are we in a realtor’s office?"
"To get blueprints, why else?" I say as I
slide off the desk and turn towards the computer. I sit down on the computer
chair and slide across the floor to get closer to the desk. I pull out the tiny
USB I have in my pocket, slide it into the computer USB slot, and then power up
the computer.
While I wait, I tap my fingers against the desk
impatiently and watch Carter walk around the office, casually inspecting the
photos on the walls as if this was a normal occurrence for him. He’s not even
bothered in the slightest way, why?
Finally the computer turns on, so I return my
attention back to it and start typing to get into the system.
“You realise a lot of blueprints can be obtained
legally right?” Carter smirks at me from across the room. His hands are in his
pockets as he continues examining the pictures, like a leisurely stroll through
an art gallery.
“Not these ones” is my only response. He takes the few
steps between us and leans down, watching what I’m doing on the screen. His
warm hand is resting against my shoulder which I’m finding kind of distracting.
I bring up the system that they design blueprints on,
and try to figure out how they keep their records. Do they sort them with
surnames, by building name, with what?
I open the USB which automatically brings up Alek’s
program. I type in a few codes that he gave me, and then stare at the black
screen as the cursor flashes at me, waiting for me to type out a search
request. I wiggle my fingers over the keyboard for a few seconds, and then look
at Carter who looks impressed by the program. After a few seconds of watching
him watch the screen, I turn my face back to the computer and type in ‘Zoloto
Manor’.
The computer starts to load the contents I requested,
and I hear a small sharp breath from Carter.
“Why are you stealing blueprints to Mikhalov's Manor,
Kayla?” Carter asks me quietly. How did he know that was Mikhalov's house? Have
I just royally fucked up…Holy shit, what am I supposed to say?
“Kayla?” he asks again, but his voice sounds gentle,
not angry like I assumed he’d be.
I don’t know what to say so I start with trivial facts
– “Do you know Zoloto means Gold
“What?” I say, now feeling stupid. He takes the few
steps between us, and practically slams into me as his lips crush against mine
hungrily. He picks me up, and I automatically wrap my legs around him as he
walks us through the door and into the dark office, kissing me so hard I’m out
of breath.
“Is there an alarm?” he asks against my lips, barely
letting me get the word ‘no’ out of my mouth, before he returns his lips to
mine and sits me on the edge of the desk. One of his hands is wrapped around
the back of my neck while the other slides up and into my hair, grabbing a
fistful which makes me groan against his mouth.
He pulls back slightly, "no cameras either?"
"No" I answer, and find myself reaching out
for him and pulling him back against me. His hips grind into mine slightly, and
a soft moan slips through my lips at the contact.
The blueprints forgotten, the felony we're committing
forgotten, all of it - right this second, all my mind seems to be registering
is that this exceptionally sexy guy has just broken into an office with me,
instead of ratting me out to the police. Someone who's supposed to be my
boss's, boss's boss just broke into the building with me to get the blueprints
I need. Will I have to explain what I'm doing? Or will he keep up this
need-to-know type relationship? It’s not like he’s going to know whose
blueprints they are.
He pulls back from my lips and takes a step back.
Taking a necessary breath as well as a look around the room we're in. I find
myself following his eye sight, taking in the filing cabinets, mahogany desk,
and framed photos of buildings hung up on the walls.
"Why are we in a realtor’s office?"
"To get blueprints, why else?" I say as I
slide off the desk and turn towards the computer. I sit down on the computer
chair and slide across the floor to get closer to the desk. I pull out the tiny
USB I have in my pocket, slide it into the computer USB slot, and then power up
the computer.
While I wait, I tap my fingers against the desk
impatiently and watch Carter walk around the office, casually inspecting the
photos on the walls as if this was a normal occurrence for him. He’s not even
bothered in the slightest way, why?
Finally the computer turns on, so I return my
attention back to it and start typing to get into the system.
“You realise a lot of blueprints can be obtained
legally right?” Carter smirks at me from across the room. His hands are in his
pockets as he continues examining the pictures, like a leisurely stroll through
an art gallery.
“Not these ones” is my only response. He takes the few
steps between us and leans down, watching what I’m doing on the screen. His
warm hand is resting against my shoulder which I’m finding kind of distracting.
I bring up the system that they design blueprints on,
and try to figure out how they keep their records. Do they sort them with
surnames, by building name, with what?
I open the USB which automatically brings up Alek’s
program. I type in a few codes that he gave me, and then stare at the black
screen as the cursor flashes at me, waiting for me to type out a search
request. I wiggle my fingers over the keyboard for a few seconds, and then look
at Carter who looks impressed by the program. After a few seconds of watching
him watch the screen, I turn my face back to the computer and type in ‘Zoloto
Manor’.
The computer starts to load the contents I requested,
and I hear a small sharp breath from Carter.
“Why are you stealing blueprints to Mikhalov's Manor,
Kayla?” Carter asks me quietly. How did he know that was Mikhalov's house? Have
I just royally fucked up…Holy shit, what am I supposed to say?
“Kayla?” he asks again, but his voice sounds gentle,
not angry like I assumed he’d be.
I don’t know what to say so I start with trivial facts
– “Do you know Zoloto means Gold
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