Page 48 of Miki

“I was just about to order something to eat from room service. Can I get you guys anything?” Marko asked.

“A steak with all the trimmings,” I said, suddenly realising how starved I was.

“Have you eaten?” I asked.

“Well, no, but I’m not very hungry,” she replied.

“She’ll have the same,” I said to Marko.

“You need to eat,” I told her firmly.

“Unless you don’t like meat?” I asked, raising my eyebrows in question.

“Yes, I do,” she nodded and sighed in submission, obviously seeing my determination.

“Then a steak it is,” I repeated to Marko, who was already phoning the reception with our order.

Since I was the type of guy who always needed a plan, I formulated a quick plan of seduction in my head as we waited for Marko to finish giving our order.

Step 1 – make her comfortable with me.

Step 2 – gain her trust.

Step 3 – make her crave me.

Step 4 – win her love.

Step 5 – gain her loyalty.

Step 6 – claim her as mine.

It seemed simple enough. Now all I had to do was implement it, starting with Step 1.

“Why don’t you tell me how you found me?” I asked, deciding that letting her impress me with her skills would be the best way to get her to relax and open up.

“The same way you found me.”

She smirked, and I grinned back.

“Yes, I know about the tracker you put on my hoodie.”

“Did you keep it? Where is it? Can I have it back? It’s a prototype,” Marko said, butting into the conversation.

“Yes, I kept it. It’s at my house. And yes, you can have it back, Marko,” she said with a laugh.

“So, how did you track me?”

Eilidh might have found my tracker, but I hadn’t found hers. She looked at me, leaned over and put her hands around my waist, and touched my belt. Suddenly I was transported back to when she hugged me before I left her house the other day and had an ah ha moment.

My sexy police detective smirked as she held her hand up and showed me a tiny device not much bigger than a pinhead. She waggled her eyes at me, and I chuckled, impressed by her ingenuity.

Reaching for it, I looked it over. We used similar devices all the time, but Marko was always inventing his own.

“Can I see?” Marko asked, and I passed it to him.

“Nice!” he said, sounding impressed, before passing it back to her.

It was very high tech and very expensive. I didn’t think Police Scotland would have the budget for that. When I said as much to her, she laughed again.

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