Carolina H.S

3

The girl straddling my lap playfully slid her tongue against by bottom lip, biting it before diving back into the kiss. My hands sat on her hips, touching her bare skin as she had her hands on my shoulders.

I ran one hand up and laced it through her long, dark hair, spinning it in my hand before gripping it and pulling it back, shocking her a bit. I pulled her head back so that her neck was exposed, and I trailed hot kisses up her neck and to her jaw. I lingered till I knew there was a bruise forming.

She squirmed under my touch while still remaining on top of me. All I knew about her was that she was a dancer at my club, and I didn't even really know her name, but I knew I liked the way she felt on my lap at this moment.

My lips returned to hers right as the darkness of the room was suddenly lightened, and there was a tall figure standing in my door frame.

I didn't fully notice him, keeping my lips to the girls until he spoke up, "Hey, oh- shit. Bad time?" The low voice was clearly a bit shocked by my guest.

I pulled my lips away, not looking twice at the girl. "Not at all." I then leaned into the girl's neck and whispered, "see you later, baby."

See that's what separated me and most of the guys I work around. Yes, I have random sex with people whose names I don't remember, but I still respect them as women, and make my intentions clear. That girl, Em- I think Emeline? She has worked here for a year and we hook up in here every couple weeks, and she knew from the beginning I didn't want anything more than a hook-up.

The girl sauntered out, and Harry sat down in the chair across from me as I leaned back on my couch.

"So, you're into girls now?" His question didn't sound like it had a morsel of disapproval or judgement, it sounded like he was genuinely shocked.

I ran my hand through my hair as I answered, "I do who and what I want, when I want to."

He nodded, as if moderately satisfied with my answer. "Alright, well I made some calls. I talked to Zayn and Liam, and they hunted down the guys who did the shitty research job, and trust me when I say they'll be paying for it. Then we talked to those guys from the jail, the contacts you sent me, and they said they had no idea he was planning on roping his way down the line, robbing as many businesses as he could."

"So no new leads?" I asked with the same bored tone. I didn't need his whole life story, I just needed to know if there was any progress on finding a partner.

"No, not yet."

"I was thinking- do we know anything about who he used to associate with? Before he went to prison. A lot of pedophiles live on online websites, chatting with other sickos like them. Maybe there's a way we can track him down on those websites, see who he's talked to."

"Yeah, maybe he was planning to do this a lot sooner, but got put in prison before he could. If we find his IP address, we might be able to hack into his computer and his account, checking his inbox."

As if that's not exactly what I just said.

"Yep."

"Do you have a hacker?"

"Harry, what kind of a business are you running, not having a hacker? You would have tracked Scott down a lot sooner if you had one."

"Oh, fuck off. We had one, but he quit a couple weeks ago," he rolled his eyes as he spoke, leaning an elbow on the armrest and his head on his hand. "Do you have one?"

"Yeah, me." You can't be successful owning your own "company" if you don't have basic skills in most things. It will save you every time some ass wipe quits right when you need them. Plus I'm actually pretty good with computers.