We enjoy breakfast in companionable science. I don’t think either was expecting to have a mind-blowing orgasm so early in the morning and now our brains are rebooting. Unfortunately, our calm breakfast is interrupted when the elevator dings, announcing a visitor.
"Please tell me it's not Valentina," I pray jokingly, holding my hands together, looking up to the ceiling.
Cass chuckles and says, "She doesn't have access anymore."
He doesn't go to greet the visitor, just keeps eating knowing they'll come find him. Being a man is crazy. Where they get the confidence to act like there's no chance they'll ever be killed is beyond me. An assassin could simply walk in and make himself comfortable with the way Cass is acting.
"Are you going to check who that is?" I prompt.
"Nah, only a few peop
