Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(81)

“Bye, Mr. Black.”

“Go,” he groans. “You look like an angel, but really, you’re an evil enchantress in disguise.”

“Mrs. Kinnear is on her way back along the corridor,” I whisper back into the room.

He snaps up, pulls his chair under the table to hide his erection, and sits up straight.

“Just kidding.” I don’t wait for his reaction but hear him moan out loud as I close the door behind me.

I feel like I’ve taken heaps of liberties recently, but I asked Mom and Dad to take the kids for me tonight. They love helping me out and the boys love going there too. Plus, they are always informing me I haven’t been asking for enough help. So I did.

Knox doesn't know this, of course.

I’m surprising him later.

How exciting.





CHAPTER 18





Eva

I punch the code into the keypad on the wall.

Granting me access, the side door leading into Knox’s home clicks open for me.

I never considered how dayglow my bright-yellow car was until I had to sneak around. I’m far from inconspicuous. It’s just as well Knox has a multicar garage for me to hide it in. And a house that sits on the outer edges of town. Hardly anyone comes this way. Plus, the houses in Cherry Gardens Lane are strategically placed far apart from one another so technically Knox has no neighbors.

I’m parked right next to his P1 McLaren, which he must have gotten back from the body shop today. The police still have yet to find out who scratched it. If they ever do.

The two cars are an accurate reflection of us—yellow and black, blond and dark. I’ve heard of owners looking like their dogs but never looking like their cars.

I stifle a giggle and tiptoe into the dark hall.

He must have gone to bed. But it’s still early. I tap my fingertip against my smartwatch to check the time. Ten o’clock. I left it long enough for me to be unsuspecting.

Softly closing the heavy door behind me, I hold on to my overnight bag and teeter up the sweeping staircase. Making sure my sky-high heels don’t clack against the marble flooring, I creep stealthily along the long hallway until I reach his bedroom.

I carefully place my weekend bag on the floor, then remove my raincoat as quietly as I can, scooping up the metal buckle of my belt to ensuring it doesn't clatter against the floor.

Craning my neck around the slightly open door, I sneak through the small gap and make my way across the deep carpeted room on my tippy-toes.

Eyeing the outline of his body in the sheets, excitement flutters in my belly as it backflips like an Olympian gymnast.

He’s going to love what I have planned.

Standing at the end of the bed, I position my knee at the edge and crawl slowly toward him.

“Hey, baby,” I whisper. He rustles in the bed.

I move closer.

“Come on, sleepyhead. I have a surprise for you,” I sing softly.

He groans.

On hands and knees, I bracket his body.

He turns around, placing his arm over his eyes, and moans again.

“Would you like to see my pretty pussy piercing now? You don’t have to wait until tomorrow.”

With one hand, he reaches down and cups my face.

“I must be dreaming,” he mumble-whispers in a strange voice.

I move closer again.

“You’re not dreaming, baby. I’m here. And I brought some handcuffs. I thought you might like to experiment.” I giggle softly.

My chuckle is stopped in its tracks as the room is suddenly flooded in dazzling light and the bedroom door flies open.

I snap my face in the intruder's direction.

“Eva?” Knox exclaims from the doorway.

“Knox!” I gasp.

Oh.

My.

God.

I snap my attention back to the person lying in the bed.

“Lincoln?” I shout, leaping backward off the bed.

“What the fuck?” Lincoln catapults up.





CHAPTER 19





Knox

“What the hell is going on?” I bellow.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Linc points to Eva who’s standing awkwardly in the middle of my room looking like a fucking wet dream in the tiniest canary yellow string panties and matching peephole bra.

Fucking peephole bra.

And is she wearing a set of handcuffs like a bangle and pole dancing shoes?

Oh, dear fuck.

Immediately aware of her state of undress, she grabs the sheet off the bed to cover herself with.

Through no fault of her own, she uncovers Lincoln's naked body.

“Oh, my God. What the fuck is going on?” She squeezes her eyes shut.

“You’re supposed to be on nights covering my shift.” Lincoln points at me.

“And you’re supposed to be in your own house,” I counter.

“And what are you doing here?” I ask Eva, but she can’t see me looking at her because she still has her eyes clenched closed. “Eva?”

“My mom and dad took the boys. I wanted to surprise you,” she whispers.

“You’ve done that alright. You’ve surprised me too,” Lincoln interjects. “Are you two fucking?”

“Are you two fucking?” I direct my question wide-eyed at Lincoln.