Only Her Undercover Spy by Cami Checketts

Author:Cami Checketts
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Birch River Publishing
Published: 2020-08-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Devon got back to his room before nine a.m., showered quickly, and sat with his laptop, looking over multiple computer screens and skimming back over the footage he’d missed monitoring this morning. Nothing exciting, unless you liked watching Italian men sleep off their drug-and-alcohol-induced semi-coma. Even Antonio must have indulged too much last night, as he snored for the cameras and scratched himself. Disgusting.

Finally, at noon, they stirred. Devon paid attention to their video feeds and the surveillance of the resort cameras. Iris now knew he was watching her, and throughout the day, she made him laugh several times as she stuck out her tongue, made heart shapes with her hands, and even wrote him a couple of notes and held them up to the camera in the hallway outside her office when it was deserted. One said, “I like kissing you.” Another said, “Hello, my handsome secret spy guy.”

She was far too cute, and he wished he could watch her all day, or even better, be with her all day. What would that be like, spending an entire day with Iris? He let his mind wander through delicious possibilities as he watched the stupid Italians. He ate lunch in his room and thought he should probably stay and watch the cameras through dinner too, though he wished he could be with Iris. The men seemed agitated and excitable tonight, arguing with each other, and the two bodyguards almost got into a fistfight. Devon felt his own nerves ramp up. Maybe something was finally going to happen. He could finish this job and focus on Iris. He could still get to his fifty million, but he could pick and choose what jobs and spend most of his time dating Iris in this beautiful valley. What good was self-employment and being his own man if he couldn’t choose his jobs and his hours, right?

There was a rap on the door and a call of, “Room service.” That voice sounded beautifully familiar. He usually waited until the resort staff left before he retrieved his tray of food, not wanting to risk someone glimpsing the screens he had set up for monitoring, but this time he rushed to the door, hoping that if it was her, she wasn’t going to leave the food and walk away. He looked through the peephole and smiled as he saw Iris standing there. He tugged the door partially open and gazed out at absolute perfection: Iris in a flirty floral summer dress with her long curls trailing across her shoulders and her face lit up in a big grin.

She held up a large tray. “Fancy some company for dinner, Mr. Wilson?”

He grinned and took the tray, brushing her fingers with his and setting off butterflies in his stomach. Butterflies. It really was happening to him. He’d always thought all that romance stuff was for fanciful teenagers, women like his overly imaginative sisters, or created by hippies smoking too much weed, but Iris honestly made him giddy. “I would love some, but …” He realized she’d see exactly who he was monitoring.

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