Nikolai
I sit back in my chair, fold my arms over my chest, and smirk.
Dima hacked the feed through Chelle’s Echo device, so I can watch her in her kitchen. It’s a total violation of her privacy, but I don’t give a s**t.
Dima’s complete cyberstalker package told me Chelle keeps a pretty structured and predictable schedule. Work. Workouts at a spin gym four days a week, the Wednesday hump day happy hour, and little else. Now that I’ve determined there isn’t a man she meets at the Red Room, I can decide what to do with my newfound interest.
And no, I don’t feel the slightest bit guilty over spying on her. My twin brother spies on anyone and everyone he pleases, so to me it feels more like a right than a crime. Besides, it was so worth it to watch her reaction to my note.
As I expected,
