I don’t think I’ve ever had that much adrenalin forcefully, pumping through my body in my life.
He was only gone for a couple of days that time and again when he had returned I thought for sure that he knew. I just knew that he had found out about the missing money. He didn’t mention it, and when he came out of his office later in the afternoon, I asked him if I could have Rebecca take me to the library. I wasn’t about to knock on his door and ask, so I just waited for him to come out.
He ran his finger down my arm with some sort of seductive look. “Do you need me to download some more books on your e-reader?”
“No. I have plenty on there. I would rather go to the library and get out of here for a little while.”
“Where you a good girl while I was gone?” he asked, brushing his thumb over my nipple. I knew that he would be paying me a visit later on.
Fuck you…
“It’s kind of hard not to be. I’m not allowed off of this property.”
“You can go to the library. I have work to do anyway, but I expect payment later. Do you understand?”
“Yes and thank you.”
Drew stuck the little chip on the back of my phone so that he could plug it into his computer when I got back.
I was hoping that I could pump information from Rebecca, but it wasn’t going to be in the vehicle. I held up my phone in the car so that she knew not to say anything.
She instead talked about recipes and a show that we both had watched on television the night before.
Rebecca asked the librarian for some paper. I grabbed the first book that I had come to.
“June 2nd,” Rebecca wrote and passed the note to me.
“Three months?”
“Yes. Ms. K is working on your new residence now. The money that you have rightfully taken over the last couple of months has been withdrawn and has made a nice down payment on your new house.”
“My new house? I’m going to be a home owner?” I wrote really fast, trying to contain my excitement.
“Where?”
“She wouldn’t tell me. She said that you didn’t need to know that part yet.”
“Do you trust this Ms. K? How do you know that she isn’t taking the money, and we will never hear from her again? How do you even know someone that does this?”
“She’s not stealing your money. She is good, real good. You will disappear from here and be untraceable.
Do you remember on the news about three years ago when Constance Simmons disappeared? She is safe, living a beautiful life.”
“Constance Simmons, that senator’s wife?”
Rebecca nodded. I did remember that story. Her husband was all over the news. I actually felt bad for him.
He seemed so sincere and loyal to his missing wife.
“How do you know Ms. K? I asked again. Rebecca had been at the mansion as long as I had. I mean she did leave when Drew was home sometimes, usually when he wanted the house to himself with me.
“Lots and lots of red tape. I had to go through nine people before I finally got to talk to her. Three months, Morgan!!!”
We were only in the library for fifteen minutes when Drew text my phone.
“Times up.”
Dickhead…
What the hell did I check out of the library? I sat naked in Drew’s office reading about some sort of little creatures getting into people’s houses through drain pipes while Drew worked and played with me of course. I usually checked out autobiographies. I loved to read about other people’s lives, it helped me to step out of my own for a while. I wouldn’t be stepping out of it with that book.
I couldn’t even read it.
That was a good office visit. I lay bent over Drew’s desk while he played with me, using different objects. He held the phone with his shoulder, and I watched him click on different views of the house. I paid close attention as he clicked on different windows, hitting stop camera, when he hit stop camera whatever image was up, froze on the screen. That was very useful information.
We could stop the camera during the night when I needed to get into the office. It would look like I was sound asleep, without using pillows and would allow me more time in Drew’s office.
I stopped talking when Dawson removed his hand from between my legs and slid from beneath me.
Damnit…
“I have to pee. I’ll be right back,” he said.
“Let’s go to bed,” I suggested instead.
“Are you done talking?” he asked, sounding disappointed.
I smiled. “No. I would rather tell you now so that we don’t have to do it again later.”
He smiled back. “I’ll meet you in bed.”
“You know what I still don’t get?” Dawson asked, sliding into bed with me.
“What?”