Shockproof – Haworth Enterprises Read Online Xavier Neal

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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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Between the overwhelming warmth of his gaze and the glowing blue of his words, I’m once more left speechless.

“Just promise me you won’t take it off.”

Confusion has my head tilting to the side. “Like ever?”

“Like if I’m not around, I want that on, so it’s like I’m around.”

“You’re going for cute, but I’m getting creepy.”

An impish grin immediately finds its way to his expression. “Says the woman who ordered me all new date jeans the mornin’ after our little run-in with a one date stand.”

“Just…just…” Guiltily swaying my head around ceases on an exasperated huff. “Just put it on me already, please.”

“How about we both go get dressed and then I’ll put it on you?”

I smile and deliver a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips. “Deal.”

Heading back to the ensuite bathroom, Slater hands me the chosen dress and returns the rest of the items back to the bag we’ll bring to Hilda to return to all the places she went.

Assuming she does return them versus finds a way to convince me to keep them.

She’s suspiciously good at that.

It explains why T’s watch collection has grown tremendously in such a short amount of time.

“Can you tell me about the conference call you had last night with Wiz and Blu?” Hanging the dress on the back of the door is followed by sliding over to the spacious counterspace to give my makeup the appropriate touches now that I have a color to work with. “Anything I should know?”

“How did you know about that?” My boyfriend strolls out of the closet area with his attire draped over his forearm. “You were supposed to be asleep.”

“And you were supposed to be in bed beside me.”

Culpability quickly appears and disappears from his stare.

I lean over to apply eyeshadow at the same time I ask, “Wiz finally get somewhere with the information on the flash drive?”

“You know that technically talkin’ to the client about their assignment goes against protocol.”

“So does bending the client over the sink to bang her while she brushes her teeth, but you do that, too.”

Arrogance and amusement reign supreme yet again as he begins getting dressed. “Turns out there are five corporations involved in your attack.”

“Five?!” Poking myself in the eye causes me to squeak in between repeating my squawk. “Did you say five?!”

“Affirmative.” He continues his casual movements. “However-”

“I better like this however.”

“However, they’re seemingly all the same corporation. One just leads you to another. It’s just one giant circle jerk with no way to separate the operations from one another.” Slater smooths out his underwear inside his navy-blue suit pants. “Which irritates Wiz almost as much as us.”

I resume gently sweeping my lids on a hum of acknowledgement.

“The next POA is to have him cross reference bank account statements and employee records from each individual entity in hopes of uncovering some sort of lead for us to follow. Unfortunately, that in itself is probably a long process, and once you add in the upcoming holiday, it’s only gonna be even longer.”

“You should tell him to pull the executive employee signatures from each company and do a comparison analysis.” Using my black eyeliner is attached to me expressing my reasoning. “While their names might not match, their signatures may. If they do, it means they’re the same person, using different aliases.” I apply it to the other side. “People who often have to operate under various personas will change their hair and their eyes and their accents and pretty much everything under the sun except their handwriting.” The exchanging of one product for another mindlessly occurs due to being so caught up in my explanation. “It’s such an unconscious action that unless it’s specifically brought up as part of the things for a person to camouflage, they often don’t. And sometimes even when they do there are little things, they impulsively can’t stop themselves from doing because signatures – similar to fingerprints – are really quite unique. You know graphology may be considered a pseudoscience, but I have found many of the theories and principles discussed to be quite relevant and like crazy fascinating. And some of the articles in the math and psychology journals that support those theories are riveting.” By the time I’ve finished with my mascara I locate his sparking stare in the mirror which prompts me to ask, “What?”

“You’re jus’ so fuckin’ brilliant, Angel Cake, that sometimes I jus’…can’t help but listen in awe.”

Blushing suddenly becomes the only thing I’m capable of.

Ugh.

How does he always find a way to do that?

Is that also a sexpionage skill?

Should he write a training manual on it?!

“I’ll have Blu contact Wiz with that information.” Slater reaches for his shirt on the hanger dangling off the edge of the counter. “See what he can do with it.”

“Think it’ll help?”

“I think it can’t hurt.”



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