“You’re the computer whiz. Surely you can get a name of the transmission of where the signal is coming from.” Callum leaned over his shoulder getting a good look.
“It will take some time. I think it is being broadcast out. I’ll get my team back at the office onto it.”
“We can’t leave Simone alone in her apartment. It’s not safe.”
“I’ve got a device that I’ll place inside her apartment, which will scramble all the images.” Callum nodded his head. Cole sat back enjoying the show.
“She really is something,” Callum said.
“I wonder what or who she’s thinking about.”
Her cries came over the air. No name on her lips. The view of her giving herself pleasure was more than Cole could stand.
Callum left the room after some time. Cole stroked his length through his pants watching her. He stopped himself when he thought about another person on the other end of the line, stroking himself. Simone was not a thing to be masturbated over. She was a woman with thoughts and feelings.
He thought about what she’d revealed to him earlier. Underneath all the bravado there was a delicate and vulnerable woman wanting to break free. Her upbringing and the fighting of her parents meant she didn’t trust easily.
Sighing, he sat back. He didn’t like the thought of someone watching her.
Why do you care? You want nothing to do with her.
He ignored his own inner thoughts. No one looked at Simone without her permission. Shutting down the computer, he made his way to his own room.
Tomorrow would be better.
Cole couldn’t wait to see her again. She was fire and ice along with all the spots in between.
Chapter Eight
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Simone said, walking toward the door. Cole stood on the other side looking every bit the bodyguard in his business suit. “Wow, look at you.”
“Your ride awaits.”
“Yep, but this lady is not ready. Come on in and make yourself at home while I finish getting dressed.” She left the door open as she pushed her earrings through the piercing in her ear. Her heels were on the floor in her bedroom. She placed them on her feet then made her way back through to the main sitting room. Cole was looking at each of her photographs.
“Who are these people?” he asked.
“They’re my family and a few friends from college.”
“Do you keep in touch with your friends?”
“Nope. We sort of lost touch when the big whole world was unleashed upon us.” She ran her fingers through her hair, then grabbed her business jacket. “Okay, I’m ready to go.”
Cole looked her over. “You’re supposed to look like you’re visiting Callum on a date. Not going into the office.”
“But I’ve got work to do. This is work attire.” The clothing had taken a good portion of her allowance for the month.
“Either way, I can’t let you go out like that.” Cole folded his arms. Her gaze caught the strength of his muscles through the shirt. Whoa, her pussy contracted on a wave of pure heat. She was like an animal in mating season, responding to the most masculine of mates. Shaking her head, she stared at him.
“What do you suggest I wear?” she asked.
He walked past her and went straight to her wardrobe. She didn’t want to ask him how he knew where her wardrobe was. He opened the door then began looking through each item. Did she leave the size tags showing?
Who cared? She sure didn’t. Her size no longer mattered to her. She was happy, and that was all that mattered.
“There we go.” He pulled out a pale pink summer dress then grabbed the same coloured heels to match. “This is perfect.”
“A summer dress?”
“You’ll look ready for a date with Callum. Did I mention he was taking you to dinner after work? It will be good for both occasions.”
“Will you be at this dinner?” she asked.
“I can be if you want me to be.”
Did she? Whenever she was in a room with Callum, the whole world seemed to fade away. He would take one look at her, and she knew she’d be putty in his hands.
“Yes, your company would be good.”
“Tongues would start wagging.” Cole smiled.
Her breath caught in her throat. His smile lit up the whole of his face. She’d seen his smile yesterday, but he hadn’t been directing it at her.
“Erm, I better get dressed.”
“Will you do me a favour?” he asked, stepping close.
“Sure.”
Can’t breathe. He’s too close. Look at that chest. I could lie against him and lick a path down to his cock.
Long, thick cock.
Focus, Simone. Stop thinking about fucking.