Contingency Plan (Blackbridge Security #3) - Marie James Page 0,2
of her body as she steps against me. Like a fool, I stand my ground, refusing to give an inch. Her arms go around my waist, her wet tits against my upper abdomen as she wraps herself around me in a hug.
By the grace of God, I’m able to keep my hands away from her glistening skin.
My eyes find Phillip’s, and I hope that my frown matches his.
“This is going to be so much fun,” she whispers in my ear, and I blame the cold chills racing down my arms on the dampness she left on my clothes when she turns and sashays away.
Unable to look away, my eyes follow her out of the room, still staying locked on the closed door she disappeared through long after it closes behind her.
“Looks like she’s going to skip the embarrassment and disrespect and jump straight to the seduction.”
Slowly, I turn my head to look at him. “She’s twenty?”
I want to kick myself for the level of unprofessionalism I’m showing, especially so soon after declaring that BBS doesn’t get involved with clients.
It takes seconds for my reaction to her to piss me off and strengthen my resolve. This is a game to her. Phillip made that clear only moments ago, and I’m not going to lose another job because I fall into a trap laid by a woman hoping to watch me break.
“Come on,” Phillip urges, walking toward the door Remington entered the room from. “The indoor pool is this way.”
Even with the luxury of the rest of the house, there’s no way to mask the smell of chlorine as we enter the room.
“Cameras in here?” I observe, noticing one in the corner.
“Four,” he answers, pointing out the others.
“And she always swims topless?”
His head shakes as if he’s already disappointed in me, but watching her half-naked isn’t my reason for asking.
“Always,” he says reluctantly.
“Do her parents have access to the system while they’re away?”
“Yes. They each have access through an app on their phone. You’ll get a daily login email, notifying you who logged in, when, and what cameras they accessed.”
The second he explains, I already know what I’m going to find and it makes my skin crawl in a much different way than it did when Remington pressed her wet body against mine.
“Mr. Blair logs in more than his wife. Mrs. Blair doesn’t seem as concerned about security as he does.”
“Let me guess,” I begin before I can stop myself, “he’s especially concerned about the pool area?”
He turns to face me, eyes narrowing, but not in a disappointed way. The look on his face tells me he never considered the implications of Remington’s father watching the pool area for any other reason than security purposes until now.
“That’s pretty fucked up, don’t you think?”
His eyes dart to the camera over my shoulder.
“Do they have sound as well?”
He shakes his head. “Just video.”
He looks like he’s going to be sick, and I can’t help but think he’s a little disappointed in himself for sticking around an extra six months to help the man out.
I’m already working through plans in my head to either get Remington to wear more clothes or get the damn cameras out of the room, knowing I’m going to get pushback either way I go.
“He’s her stepdad,” Phillip interjects, like it makes any damn difference.
“He’s a movie star, typecast as a man who demands to only work on wholesome films, all including children,” I clarify.
Jesus, I’m going to have to have a long damn conversation with Wren when I get the chance.
What has started as a job dealing with a bratty girl is turning into something much more sinister.
“He’s also concerned about his reputation,” Phillip says. “Hence the need for you. Remington seems hellbent on doing anything to get attention from her parents, and ruining their reputation in the movie industry seems to be her latest focus. She’s landed in the tabloids more times than I can count. She’s so volatile that the paparazzi often wait outside the gate in the afternoon and evenings just in case she does something stupid.”
I didn’t notice anyone out there when I drove in, but it’s still a little early.
I don’t open my mouth to express any more of my concerns. The issues going on here are no longer his problem.
“Let me show you the security room.”
I follow behind him, relief washing over me as we step out of the humid room and back into the main area of the house.