The Virgin Intern(18)

But of course he can't just leave it be. I can practically feel him grinning beside me as he starts to move his hand—and therefore my hand—down my leg and toward his. I jot down a note. It's gibberish. Anything to make them think I'm still paying attention to the meeting and not to the fact that my hand is being guided...well, I think I know where it's being guided.

Andrew says, "I'm sure that's just a precaution. I doubt they'd take that tack in court."

I'm blushing now because I have no idea what he said it in response to, and I'm blushing harder because Andrew has placed my hand over his very, very hard cock. He flexes his hips just barely, so it rubs against my hand, and I can't believe that this is happening, that I'm doing this right here, inches away from other people. Andrew moves my hand slowly, up and down so that I'm rubbing him through his pants. My god, he feels even bigger when I'm touching him like this.

I can feel myself warming up, the heat spreading from my center outward. How is it possible that I'm turned on by this? Does it matter? I can't even think about it right now because Andrew closes his fingers on top of mine and squeezes so that I'm squeezing him. Oh my god, I think my fingers would barely wrap around him.

Then without warning, he lets go of my hand. I pull it back in a daze just as my uncle turns to me and asks, "Naomi, what do we know about the alarm company technician?"

What? "I'm sorry?"

"The alarm company technician that was asked to verify the entries and exits on the night of the murder. What do we have on him in our files?"

"Right," I say, shaking my head a little to clear it as I reach for the documents. "Robert Greene. He's been at the company for more than twenty years. He's a...senior technician and installer. Manages many of the company’s high profile accounts."

My uncle is frowning at me. "Anything else?"

"No...I don't think so. I'll have to double check."

"Do that."

I know that he's not happy with me, but I feel like my head is in a fog. I'll kill Andrew later—now that he knows what’s at stake for me with this job, the fact that he would go and jeopardize it...I'll kill him later.

“I think that’s all we need to cover for today,” my uncle says. “I’ll let you know if anything else comes up. Otherwise I’m at your disposal in the guest house.”

Mr. Sterling shakes all of our hands again. “Thank you. While you’re here, please feel free to use the pool and the garden. Make yourself at home. I know it’s an inconvenience to be all the way out here.”

“Not at all, Timothy,” says Andrew, standing. I notice that his briefcase is held in an overly casual way to cover his problem and I barely keep myself from snickering. Serves him right.

As we all head out of the mansion, I realize that my uncle is going to see that I’m getting in the car with Andrew if I drive with him down to the guest house.

“I think I’d like to walk back,” I say. “See the grounds for a bit and get some fresh air.”

Uncle Roger is on his phone and barely acknowledges my statement. So much for him noticing. Andrew raises an eyebrow at me, and I know he’s picturing us fucking somewhere on the grounds, probably in the hedge maze. I shake my head at him. I have a long way to go before I’m going to have sex in public. If ever. I think later we’re going to have a talk about boundaries. There have been too many close calls. I watch as he gets into his car before I head off across the grass.





Chapter 9




When I reach the guest house, everything is quiet. There are files spread across the dining room table, so I know either my uncle or Andrew has been working in my absence, but neither of them is downstairs now. Good. Now I can check the files without being watched. If I missed anything I’d rather be able to think of a way to frame it instead of looking like an idiot. Even though I already looked like one.

I find the file box that contains all of our information on Robert Greene. I was right about everything, but we also have a list of all the high priority clients that he services for Trident Security. I make a note to tell my uncle when I see him, though I don’t see what that will really contribute to the case. I take the time to look through all the other files in the box just in case I get another pop quiz. Lots of information on the security system for the Sterling Estate, some information about the company itself and its employees.

I’m bogged down in a detailed description of the way the security system logs all of the openings of the doors and windows when the doorbell of the guest house rings. I go to the door and open it to find a young man, maybe a couple years older than I am. “Can I help you?”