We wasted no time returning. Celina didn’t appear shocked to see me as she nodded, when I walked by.
I grumbled at her but held my peace. Apparently, the fourth level provided two and three bedroom suites. We’d taken the whole floor. I hoped it annoyed Celina.
Well, you had your laugh with the bat boys.
When I made it to my room, Louis sat at the desk, typing on my laptop.
I took my jacket off and slung it over the chair. “What are you doing?”
“Since we’re inside the Candy Shop, Pepe found a way to hack into Celina’s computer.”
“And?”
“We’re locked into the video feed of Eden’s apartment.”
Good. I’ll get to at least see her this trip.
A view of her was all that I’d hoped for, and Celina had taken that. I couldn’t even drive by her apartment without starting a street shoot-out. So far, our movements had been limited to free movement around the Red Light District.
Louis rose, moved to the side, and pointed to the screen. “Eden just came home.”
I sat down and looked.
The day had been crap. I’d rushed to Belladonna for a win and found myself playing right into the enemy’s hands. This news was the best I’d received all day.
Eden walked onto the screen, pushing away the darkness that surrounded me.
“You see the light in the corner.” Louis tapped the screen. “That lets you know, when Celina’s guards are watching. As you can see, the cameras are on right now.”
“When do they turn them off?”
“Apparently, when the roommate brought a guy to the living room and made out with him, the guard shut the camera off. So they must be instructed to stop viewing during private moments.”
“Hmm.” It was hard to focus on Louis’s words when Eden walked on the screen in front of me. “Give me a moment.”
“Rafael wanted to meet with you. He contacted the woman. Her name is Shalimar.”
“Did you find anything on her?”
“A lot.”
“Does this Shalimar have any problems in her life?”
“A big one.”
“Ger rid of it, before I talk to her.”
“Okay.” He walked away and left the room.
Eden.
Time stood still. My breathing grew shallow. My heart pounded. How I wished I was closer. So close, I could grab her and run away. Everything in my body craved for it to happen.
Eden set the violin case on the counter. When she took off her jacket, those lush breasts thrust forward. All this time, I hadn’t noticed how curvy she’d been. Those breasts were more than a handful.
How do you like your nipples sucked? Would you moan or be silent with your pleasure?
Eden threw her jacket on the couch’s arm and turned her stereo on. Berg’s Violin Concerto No. 2 played in the background. It was such an interesting song for her to turn on. While considered one of the top violin classical pieces, the song incited a disharmony that made me think of war. Berg composed where others didn’t think to travel. He visited space in his head and wrote his voyages down on musical sheets.
Is he one of your favorites?
There were so many questions I wondered about. I’d never felt this burning intensity for someone before.
Siren.
Whistling along, she went to the kitchen, pulled a drawer back, and lifted a big bag of marijuana out. I caught an excellent view of her ass. My fingers burned to caress the plumpness.
Is that a bag of weed in your hand? You have a vice?
It took her less than five minutes to roll a joint. The whole time she whistled some more. Once done, she hit the fridge, pulled out a beer, shut off the music, and camped out in her bedroom the rest of the evening.
I continued to watch her, not taking phone calls or meetings.
Her roommate never appeared. She didn’t chat with any friends on the phone or turn the television on.
What’s on your mind?
She didn’t look sad or depressed.
In fact, she appeared content.
Or am I just saying that to feel better?
Tonight, she was supposed to be on a date that I’d ruined. Part of me felt bad for ruining her evening. The other part was happy I didn’t have to kill an innocent man for simply desiring my beautiful Eden.
After an hour, she’d finished the joint and the beer. The empty glass sat on her nightstand.
Sighing, she lowered the lights, but didn’t shut it off. I still got a great view of her. She lay in the center of her bed with her eyes closed, but I knew she hadn’t fallen asleep. Her chest rose and fell. Sighing, she squeezed her thighs together.
What are you thinking about, Eden?
I had some idea, when she moved her hands to the top of her jeans and opened them. I gripped the edge of the desk and leaned forward, yearning for her to take those damn jeans off.
As if she heard me, she obliged. Yet, she lowered the zipper too damn slow. Anticipation gripped my body. My senses came alive, buzzing with energy.