Page 63 of My Super Sexy Spy
LEIGH:Money isn’t a problem. Can I ask you something?
ME:Sure, anything.
LEIGH:That guy who was crappy to you at the end of your affair. Who kind of pushed you away. If he told you he was sorry, would you forgive him?
ME:Why are you asking me that? I told you he’s gone for good.
LEIGH:I’m trying to figure out, on a scale of one to ten, how forgiving you are.
That was easy. I was a total ten. I forgave my father for abandoning me. I was like the super forgiver. But I also knew she was asking me, because she wanted to know if I would forgive her. I didn’t know what she’d done, so it was impossible to answer that, but I also knew her being on the other side of my laptop had meant a lot to me these last few months.
ME:Try me and see.
LEIGH:Okay. I’ll see you soon.
ME:Uh, hello dummy, you don’t have my address. How are you going to see me soon?
LEIGH:I have my ways.
That made me cringe. I’d heard that line before. I was about to dig harder about how she might know where I lived, but instead, I closed my laptop. I was a fairly public person on the web. It probably wasn’t that hard to find me online.
My only real question was, how soon was soon?
And what was she hiding?
* * *
Liam
I shoved my hands in my coat pockets and jogged across the street from the hotel where I was staying to her condo complex and considered how nervous I was. Nervous as fuck. When I knocked on her door, would she put two and two together?
Would she figure out that not only had I lied to her as Liam, I’d lied to her as Leigh, too? But the truth was, I couldn’t stay away from her and this was the only way to move forward.
She left Paris. I did my duty by turning over the information, but instead of using it as leverage to get my job back, I quit for good. Not just for Beth, but because I knew she’d changed something inside of me. I couldn’t be as distanced from people as I needed to be to do that job. I couldn’t be as heartless when all my heart did these days was ache and remind me what it was like to actually feel something.
Now I was going to show up on her door and I was going to have to explain to her that I’d been Leigh this whole time. And then she would hate me all over again for thinking I used her.
Which of course, I had. I was a spy. It’s what spies did. I would just have to convince her that I was sorry and what was a seemingly harmless internet friendship to her was so much more to me.
Friendship. Connection. A sense of belonging. Then I met her in person and it had felt like being shot. Which, I knew how that felt because, well…Dmitri the Douchebag was The Douchebag for a reason.
Beth sucked the breath from my lungs. She’d told me she didn’t like sex, which made me actually want to fuck her that much more. Then she’d exploded in orgasm beneath me, and I knew it was because, in some ways, she trusted me.
The guy who had been lying to her about everything.
I entered her building. Made my way to her floor, then stood in front of her door and hesitated.
Maybe I didn’t have to tell her about the Leigh thing right away. Maybe I could suggest I happened to be back in the States and wanted to see how she was doing. Or maybe I should fall to my knees now and hope groveling worked.
“I’m fucked,” I muttered under my breath.
Then the door swung open and there she was. My little punk-ass princess. Nose loop, dark hair, lithe little body that I wanted to fuck up against the wall before taking her to bed and making endless love to her until she screamed my name.
She leaned against the doorframe and raised her eyebrow.
“Hey, Leigh,” she said sardonically. “Nice to finally meet you.”
My head dropped forward. “When did you figure it out?”
