I’d tracked her public appearances on the Interwebs for eight years, watched those eyes mature with age, darken with secrets, and harden with lies. Her hair always smoothed back in a pretentious coil on her head, her curves hidden behind prim suits and high necklines. An effigy of sexy, untouchable wealth.
The online photos hadn’t come close to capturing what I’d gazed down on in the elevator. Even with her hands on my ass and her mouth hovering over my cock, she had the kind of regal allure that couldn’t be replicated in magazines or on screen. When she’d stared up at me, her braid had been an unraveling mess of seduction, her beauty bare of make-up, staggering, haunting.
A headache erupted behind my eyes. I passed another camera and angled the flashlight as Benny’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Tell me you didn’t put your dick—”
“My dick, my fucking business.” The malice in my tone whipped through the garage, but I didn’t want to hear her goddamned ragging or the pangs of truth in it.
I wasn’t ready to regret the full-body bliss that had been Kaci Baskel. Her sharp wit, the heavy weight of her tits, the grip of her cunt, her sinful mouth, all assets in her seduction that’d had me demanding an invitation to her bed. I would’ve fucked her with my helmet off, my mouth on her lips, my cock jerking inside her, entwined in the dark.
Stupid, knowing her connections, but I still ached to fuck her. And that, I would regret. I could never forget who she was.
My pulse elevated and my ears roared as the stunning, blonde source of my anger pounded the concrete ten feet behind me. I needed to erect some un-fucking-friendly walls by the time she caught up and keep all the other shit locked down until I got out of there.
Holding the beam on the final camera, I stepped between the bikes and removed a button-sized tracking device from my pocket. Same tracker I slapped on her helmet in the park. The one I peeled off when I removed her helmet in the elevator. I hadn’t wanted to lose her when we bolted from the park, and I didn’t want to lose her now, though the reasons had changed.
Shifting my body to block her view of my hand, I wedged the tracker between the windshield and dashboard of her Ducati. I snapped my hand back just as she was sweeping past me.
She slammed to a stop on the other side of her bike and bent over it, likely checking to see if I’d tampered with it. Her leathers were straightened and zipped, but I knew what was beneath. A ripped tank top. Hard nipples. Drenched panties. Fuck.
Her visor locked with mine, no doubt hiding a glare to match her rigid stance. “What did you just do?”
Something I should’ve done years ago. I’d never thought to track her, had always been focused on her parents. She was the second phase of my plan. The part where I would walk into Trenchant, force them to hire me, and name me the new CEO, all in order to oversee her activities, as well as all the other dirty ties at Trenchant Media.
I didn’t give a shit about the job, but the top-level access would make it easier to string together all the loose ends. Until then, I didn’t know if Kaci was included in my plans to destroy Trenchant. It wasn't like I was gunning to destroy her, but I couldn’t help but lump her in with the rest of her vile family.
Flashlight aimed in one hand, I straddled my bike.
She moved to my side, fists on her hips, helmet cocked at the beam of light. “What are you doing with that?”
“Ignore her,” Benny barked.
I held the light and shoved my key in the ignition, attempting a brush-off, but my mouth moved anyway. “The light washes out the cameras.”
“Good.” Kaci lowered her arms and nodded. “That’s good.”
Yeah, wouldn’t want her husband to find out she was a cheating, fucking whore. I fired up the bike, the engine spitting a growl between us.
“Wait.” She held out her hand, palm up. “I want that metal thing.”
“Need to go, Logan,” Benny said with urgency. “Guards will be checking on that elevator any minute.”
I didn’t respond, didn’t want Kaci to question, again, who I was talking to.
“I don’t know what happened back there.” Kaci shoved her raised palm an inch from my chest. “Or what made you run, but you can’t have a key to my condo.” She shook her hand at me. “Whatever that thing is, hand it over.”
That thing was an RFID reader, and from three feet away, it transmitted the security codes from her key card. Codes that Benny hacked to control the power in the elevator. And this wisp of woman was out of her mind to think she could demand anything from me.