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Good girl. So talented with those hands. Let me know how many people notice tomorrow.
And angel? No washing it off until I say so.
My stomach flipped at the command. This was a test, I knew it was, to see how far I'd go, how public I'd be with this connection between us.
To see if I'd obey.
@IslaBelleflower
Okay.
@AdrianCatalyst
Perfect. You're getting closer, Isla. Closer to what comes next.
I didn't need to ask what he meant. I could feel the invisible thread pulling tighter between us with each task, each exchange.
He was testing me, yes, but also preparing me. For him. For us. For whatever storm awaited when we finally met again.
And despite the rational voice in my head warning me to be careful, all I could think about was how much I couldn’t wait to be caught.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Adrian
Ilounged in my parked SUV across the street from some trendy brunch place, my baseball cap pulled low, and dark sunglasses masking my eyes despite the overcast day.
The black SUV was as nondescript as possible, even in public. Not my lime green baby, but stalking required finesse.
My laptop rested on my lap, displaying a few different camera feeds I'd hacked into: the restaurant's main security camera, the street-facing traffic cam, and my own view from my stakeout spot.
"There you are, angel," I hummed as Isla walked into frame, looking like fucking sunshine in a pale yellow dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.
Her blonde hair was pulled into a braid, exposing the delicate curve of her neck that I'd spent way too many nights thinking about.
Her friends flanked her like designer bookends, chattering animatedly as the hostess led them to their table.
I switched to the audio feed, adjusting my earpiece to filter out the ambient restaurant noise.
"—swear the wait gets longer every week," Her friend was saying as they settled into their seats. "But their coffee is literally worth selling your soul for."
Isla laughed, the sound sending a pleasant buzz down my spine. "Is that why you dragged us across town? For coffee?"
"Coffee and gossip," The other corrected, leaning forward conspiratorially. "Speaking of which, have you heard anything else from your mystery man?"
I grinned, zeroing in on Isla's face as a blush spread across her cheeks. My angel wasn't much of a liar; every emotion played across her features like a movie, impossible to miss.
And right now, she was remembering our messages, our tasks, our little hunt that her friends knew nothing about.
"No," she said, too quickly, fingers drifting to her wrist.
"Liar," They cackled, reaching for a menu. "Your face is literally beet red, girl.”
I shifted in my seat, adjusting the tablet's angle to get a better view as Isla tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
The movement caused her sleeve to ride up, exposing the inside of her wrist where she'd drawn my tattoo, the knife wrapped in delicate chains, in perfect fucking detail.
My cock twitched at the sight. She'd done it. She'd actually marked herself with my symbol and was parading it around in public like she belonged to me. Which she did.
