Page 39 of Miki

Seeing Mr Sexy Lips tonight wasn’t entirely a surprise. I had found the little tracker he placed on my hoodie and knew he had traced me home despite my best efforts. Therefore, I had thought I might see him again. I just hadn’t known when.

After finding the tracker, I’d replayed our encounter and realised that he must have been in the office when I was searching through it. He had likely been doing the same thing before I’d disturbed him, and he’d been forced to hide. Obviously in the little bathroom. That’s why Mathieson’s computer had still been powering down when I entered.

When the mysterious Russian had revealed himself and saved me from being caught by the security guard, I’d been curious about why he’d been there and knew he had to have been curious about me, too.

However, him breaking into my home tonight had been unexpected, as I had an excellent security system. That he had bypassed it meant that he had someone very talented working with him. Although, to be honest, I knew that already when they hacked into the security system of Mathieson’s building. So, I guess it really shouldn’t have surprised me.

When Miki asked to work with me, my first instinct was to decline. After all, he had divulged nothing during our so-called exchange of information. That had been disappointing, and I’d been determined to make him leave before I ended up spilling any more of my own discoveries. However, he’d stayed and now things had changed. My feelings in particular.

My mystery Russian had tracked me down, and now I was going to turn the tables on him. Then I’d figure out my next move and perhaps, just perhaps, I’d agree to work with him after all. At present, it wasn’t in my best interest, but life had a way of throwing you a curve ball when you least expected it and so that could change at any time.

If it did, the more I knew about him and where to find him, the better. So, I’d placed the tracker on the inside of his belt.

Mr Sexy Lips thought he was smart, tracking me down, keeping his cards close to his chest and his identity hidden. But he forgot something vital. I was a detective, and investigating was my thing. By wearing his balaclava, he expected to remain anonymous. He really underestimated me if he thought that would stop me from finding out who he was.

Besides, if he was using technology and a hacker, I thought he might have placed cameras in Mathieson’s office. If that was true, he could end up with information that could be vital to my case. That in itself was a good reason to see the guy again, and if we had another intimate encounter, I would not complain.

Settling back onto the crumpled bed where we’d just been playing, I opened my phone and logged into the tracker app, readying myself to play a different type of game. He might think he was the one in control of this little chess match he had going on with me, but I would soon show Mr Sexy Lips the error of his ways.

Smiling, I watched the little dot move away from the area.

Game on!

After making sure the tracker was doing its job, I climbed into bed, intent on getting some much needed rest. The exhaustion I’d felt earlier had returned, and I badly needed to sleep.

As I snuggled under the covers, I sniffed hard.

My sheets smelt of sex and hot Russian male. With a huge grin on my face, I replayed what we’d done. What a night!

Settling into a comfortable position, I relaxed and hugged the pillow where Miki had briefly lain and closed my eyes, expecting to fall asleep right away. However, my brain wasn’t ready to rest despite my exhaustion and no matter how hard I tried to fall asleep, the bloody thing eluded me.

But I kept trying anyway, tossing and turning for hours, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Fuck it!

Annoyed and frustrated, I threw the covers aside and got up.

Too many questions about Mr Sexy Lips were on my mind and there was no escaping them. So, I opened the tracking app again and checked its position. Smiling, I noticed that the little dot had remained in the same place… the Hilton Hotel… for quite some time.

Bingo!

Next, I looked up Russian names to see what Miki might stand for. Mikhail seemed the most appropriate choice.

With a name and location, I was one step closer to solving the puzzle of my mystery man.

Something Miki forgot about when trying to hide his identity was his tattoo, which was beautiful and completely unique. It was on his upper left arm and was the face of a grey wolf with piercing silver-grey eyes, just like Miki’s.

The first time I’d noticed it, something about it niggled at me. However, I’d naturally been far too distracted at the time to think too much about it. Now I was sure I had seen it before.

Frowning, I pursed my lips and tutted when I couldn’t think where.

Since the sexy Russian was likely a criminal, the obvious answer would be to check the police database when I got back to work in case he was on file. Yet I doubted that. While I believed the guy was indeed a villain, and he was obviously good at breaking into places, he didn’t seem like your usual run-of-the-mill thief. Or the type to get caught.

Besides, I really didn’t think him being a criminal was how I recognised his tattoo. There was some other reason for that.

My head ached trying to remember.

The sense of power and danger Miki exuded and his comments about being a businessman made me think he was used to being in charge. It was likely this man was very successful and probably hid his criminal activities behind a legitimate businessman’s façade.

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