Page 145 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“Ewww,” I said, elbowing her as Daisy hit play on the movie.
“Actually, Callum and Dan fit in one.”
I nearly choked on my popcorn. Trust Melissa to turn movie night into a horror.
Yet I began to wonder which orifice.
Lucky bitch.
Chapter 2
Alistair
It could’ve been a shadow, but it sure looked like a black cat. When nothing moved again, I lowered my binoculars. I wasn’t spying. I was enforcing the tenancy agreement and protecting my investment.
There’s a difference—a legal one.
The blonde one was irritating, but because of her I could lowkey check in on the house without sneaking in when they were out. With four of them, I could never be sure if the place was empty or not.
I’d had worse tenants, but last year’s Halloween party had made me paranoid. Why had I ever thought female tenants would be better? I had a younger sister—I should’ve known better. Her teenage years alone had turned our dad’s hair grey.
My niece was only three, but give it another decade and Sophie would get a taste of her own medicine.
I chuckled. Karma.
Movement caught my eye, and I lifted the binoculars again. The nerd of the bunch. She always wore some weird beanie or hoodie, but it suited her. Drew attention to that long auburn hair. Those oversized, bright blue glasses—ridiculous, but somehow they worked on her. She carried two white bowls.
Hm. Popcorn.
No partying tonight.
Good.
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I dragged my focus away from the monitor when I heard voices outside. Binoculars in hand, I rolled my chair to the window.
Melissa was heading into the house with two young men. I had no clue how that young lady was going to graduate.
I hadn’t been a saint during my uni days, but she had to be going for some kind of world record.
If I actually had a life outside this house, I wouldn’t be spying on my tenants. Working from home was cost-effective, sure—but it came at a price. My inheritance had bought the rental properties, and my career in cybersecurity paid extremely well.
I was still contemplating my lack of a love life when the front door slammed.
I lifted the binoculars again just in time to see the nerd storming down the path. She flung the iron gate open so hard it scraped against the grey paving slab.
Hmm. Looked like I wasn’t the only repressed person in the neighbourhood.
It was ironic, really.
I was a penetration tester, and I couldn’t penetrate a thing offline.
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“You’re so good to me, Mr Graves,” Melissa purred, kneeling behind me.
“No problem,” I said tightly, focusing on the pipe beneath the sink.
