Richard
James is intent, scrolling through something on his laptop.
Then I realise that, in fact, it’s Charlotte’s laptop.
“What are you looking at?”
A smile tugs at his mouth. “Her browsing history.”
Really?
I cock a brow…. “You don't think that's a bit like spying on her?”
He sniffs. “With everything that's happened, I think we can assume that if she didn't want me to see it, Charlotte would have deleted the information. She would have known it was one of the first things I'd look at.”
“And of course, you are her Dom.…”
His voice is dry. “Am I? I'm glad you think so.…”
Time to change the subject….
“What's in the history?”
He sits back, fingers steepled. “She has been teaching herself to hack.”
I suppress the urge to laugh.
Why am I not surprised?
At least she’s consistent….
“Hack? Hack what?”
“The surveillance system for this building for a start.”
Hmmm….
“That's a lot to learn very quickly isn't it?”