Page 33 of Fraud
That comment brought out the blush in her cheeks as I thanked her for her help.
“Of course,” she said. “And, if Kate happens to be too busy again, be sure to stop back by here. I’d be happy to entertain you.”
My grin widened. “Duly noted.”
And, just like that, I’d succeeded in learning something new about Kate. I hadn’t really known what I was looking for when I wandered into this office, but I knew I had exactly what I’d come for.
Time for lunch.
I didn’t know why I was so elated to learn this specific piece of information from Kate’s chatty coworker. Honestly, it wasn’t that great of a lead.
So, she snuck off at lunchtime. It wasn’t exactly going to land me an exclusive with theNew York Times.
But part of me found it thrilling to possibly catch a glimpse of Kate in her element.
That was, after all, what I had concluded she did during all those stealthy lunch dates away from campus.
Because the thought of a boyfriend?
That didn’t settle right with me at all.
Not at all.
The idea that those hotter-than-hell sex scenes she’d dreamed up could be memories? That her body had been brought to orgasm over and over by some nameless asshat who probably didn’t even understand the tiny slice of heaven he’d been given?
Nope. Not possible.
If only because I couldn’t stand the idea of her in the arms of someone else.
I shook my head as I slowly walked through campus. Taking a deep breath, I tried to get my head back in the game.
I couldn’t think about her in that way. She was a means to an end.
Befriend, seduce, and expose. That was the plan.
Nothing else.
Nothing more.
Period.
As if she’d heard my thoughts being broadcast over a loudspeaker, she appeared. Stepping out of the building just ahead of me, she walked briskly toward a small parking lot. Slung over her shoulder was a black bag that looked remarkably similar to a laptop bag.
Bingo.
Checking my watch, I noted the time. Eleven thirty in the morning.
Seemed like Kate liked to sneak out early.
Ducking into the shadows, I leaned against a tree trunk and observed as she quickly walked up to the familiar gray sedan I remembered from the night before. After searching around for her keys, she disappeared inside.
I expected her to pull out of the parking spot at any moment, but the car remained still. Needing a closer look, I journeyed to the other side of the lot while keeping a safe distance.
Finally, as I reached the edge of the parking lot, I spotted her. From my vantage point, I could just make out the delicate features of her face as she concentrated on the screen in front of her.
She is writing.
My heart raced as my mind went wild with possibilities.
