I twisted back, shot down and muttered, “Gross.”
I just heard a hint of humor when he mumbled, “I told you you didn’t wanna know.”
“FYI, that put me off the blowjob I had planned for you tonight,” I informed him seeing as what I just saw was Amy on her knees going at Nair who was not attractive but he was hairy and he had skinny legs.
“Fuck, I hope he doesn’t eat her,” Creed murmured.
That got me a tingle. Yes, even after what I saw. Mostly because it said Creed didn’t want to be put off his plans for tonight and I liked his plans.
I scanned. Creed kept silent but his camera didn’t.
After a while, he broke his silence with, “That’ll mean dry cleaning.”
“Creed!” I hissed. “Don’t gross me out.”
“Just sayin’, there’s times when a woman should learn to swallow.”
I turned and punched him in the arm. He chuckled.
Then he muttered, “Time for business. Thank f**k, he’s not reciprocating the gesture.”
“Our day just brightened.”
“Comin’ home with donuts for you and people you give a shit about, seein’ you in those little shorts and tight cami, no matter that you were hungover, nothin’ could darken my day. Not even that shit.”
Sneak attack and I held my breath until my chest burned.
Creed’s camera sounded.
“Cash,” he muttered. “Wads of it. More than a blowjob is worth.”
“Even if that includes reimbursement for dry cleaning?”
I felt his eyes and looked up to see he’d lowered down from the window and was looking at me.
“Yeah, and then some. She’s the leak.”
I nodded. Poor Live. For whatever reason, he dug her. This would strike deep.
“Truck,” Creed grunted, I jerked up my chin and we both moved.
I’d learned that if you were somewhere you weren’t supposed to be, if you acted like you were supposed to be there, people assumed you were. So I always did that and noted, as Creed and I walked to his truck, free and easy, he followed the same school of thought.
We both angled in and I turned immediately to him. “You calling this into Knight?”
“Yeah. You wanna stay on Nair or come with me while I have a chat with him?”
“Get more done, we separate.”
He nodded. “Nick’s still a wildcard.”
“Yup,” I agreed.
“But Nair’s pullin’ the strings.”
“Yup,” I agreed again.
“Your plan?”