Page 4 of Curiosity

“Hurry and unlock it,” I heard, which made me take a quick step back.

But they weren’t talking about this door – definitely another.

I heard the opening, the closing, the ensuing silence.

I heaved out a sigh of relief.

I’d probably hidden for nothing, but… still.

A soft blue glow behind me pulled my attention behind me to a wall of screens.

Security cameras.

My gaze flitted around, noting the pool area, the foyer, the kitchen where I’d spent the last hours working.

The party.

Each screen had multiple angles of whatever room they were in – knowledge that made an uncomfortable feeling spread across my chest.

Was I being watched while I was cooking?

I couldn’t dwell there long – other screens pulled my attention.

Full color camera feeds from private rooms, crystal clear enough for feature film.

Some were empty.

Some… weren’t.

On one screen, a man accompanied by twogorgeouswomen was getting pegged by a massive dildo while he got head from the other.

They were all still in their party clothes.

Another screen had a couple on display – both full nude, self-pleasuring on chairs directly across from one another, barely a foot apart, if that much. Something onthatscreen really pulled my attention, making me step forward for a better view.

Of the puncture wound on her neck.

“You know you’re not supposed to be in here, right?”

I couldn’t help the scream that ripped from my throat before I turned around, searching for the source of that admonition. I found it —him— tall and imposing, standing right in front of the door.

Blocking it.

“I… um… I was just looking for the exit,” I said, backing up.

The man in front of me was beautiful, honestly – flawless dark skin glowing in the blue light from the monitors, an aquiline nose, thick brows, impeccably carved jaw.

Disturbingly black eyes.

His full lips quirked into a teasing smile, but his arms remained crossed. “Now Celeste… you understand why that might not seem like the truth?”

“How do you know my name?” I gasped, taking another step back – a move that brought the backs of my thighs in contact with the edge of the control panel desk.

Nowhere else to do.

“I know the names of every single person who walks through my door.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Yourdoor. So… this is your house?”

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