"Remember, she and Bran are spying on you." Reminding myself of that, I worked through the files on her computer, but again couldn't find any video files from the cameras. There were probably other places I could look in the house, but if I was gone any longer I'd raise her suspicion, so I gave up and headed back toward the kitchen. On the way I checked Mo, who was sleeping peacefully.
As I entered the kitchen, Harper had her back to me as she cooked up an omelet. The satiny blue dress reminded me that she'd been planning to go out tonight. And from the look at it, she was planning to impress someone and get lucky.
Jealousy arced through me that another man would be roaming his hands over her fantastic curves. Sliding his dick into her body.
The fuck was wrong with me? I wasn't a stranger to lust, but in the past, if the woman was stupid or a bitch, that usually cooled my jets. I'd always liked that about my libido. I wouldn't fuck just any hot body. There had to be some substance to her, even if it was just a momentary hook up.
So why wasn't Harper's irritatingly annoying personality dousing the lust? Was it because she was a whole new level of beauty and sensuality? Maybe it was because I'd had her once and I knew how fucking perfect her pussy felt around my dick. Unlikable woman or not, my dick wanted more of her.
Giving my head a shake to rid it of carnal thoughts of what I wanted to do to her body, I took a seat at the table. She was planning to go out tonight, so I didn't have a whole time to find out about the cameras.
"It's really great of you to do this for me. Especially since it looks like you're getting ready for a hot date. Who's the lucky guy?"
She put the omelet on a plate and brought it to me. "No one."
I didn't believe her. I couldn't imagine a woman dressing like her, taking all the time to do her hair and makeup like that if it weren't for a man.
I took a bite of the omelet even though I wasn't hungry. It was actually very good. I wasn’t sure why, but I was surprised that Harper could cook. Growing up with her privileged life, it didn’t seem to me that she needed to learn skills like cooking or cleaning.
She went to her fridge, pulling out a beer and popping the top. From the other side of the table, she leaned over to pass it to me. It gave me a stellar view of her tits and my mouth watered but not for omelet or beer. It wanted to wrap itself around a nipple and suck until she cried out my name.
I took a long swig of the beer, hoping to douse the flame but like gasoline, it made my desire for her burn hotter, brighter, and more out-of-control.
"So, if you're not going on a date. What's with the fancy get up?" I should be probing her about the cameras, not thinking about probing her with my hands and mouth and dick. But with her so close in that sexy dress smelling like an exotic wildflower, I couldn’t get my brain to focus.
“Nothing.” She leaned against the island and crossed her arms.
Why was she being so evasive? “I imagine a woman like you has men falling over themselves to get you.”
“What’s it to you?”
I shrugged, taking another sip of beer. “There’s that billboard that I’m sure has starred in many a man’s wet dreams.”
Her eyes flashed with heat, but it wasn’t in offense at what I’d said. No. The idea of making men crazy appealed to her.
“And of course, I’ve seen you up close and personal.”
This time the flash was annoyance. “Is that all I’m good for? Pretty to look at?”
I shook my head. “No. But that billboard and this dress are designed to highlight that, are they not?”
Her jaw tightened. “Why all the interest in my private life?”
I stood and took my plate to the sink and then walked over to her. I tried not to breathe in too deeply knowing her scent fogged my brain. I was here on a mission and doing a piss poor job of it.
“Why all the interest in mine?”
“I have no interest in you or your life.”
I nearly said that I had two cameras that proved otherwise, but I wasn’t ready to tip my hand just yet.
She stared up at me with defiant eyes and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to kiss her.
“Do you know your effect on men?”
Her head tilted to the side. “What?”
“Oh sure, you know you’re beautiful, but do you really understand your effect on men?” I moved closer to her, too close. Surprisingly, she didn’t step away.