“Hello?”
“Sorry to wake you, Mr. Graham.”
It’s Brian. I sit up in bed, and I’m alert. “Is everything okay?”
“We had some campers show up on the northeast side last night, and again there was a break in the invisible fence. The cameras aren’t seeing anything.”
“How is that possible? We have infrared and motion, and nothing is showing up on the cameras? Do you think it’s an electrical short?”
“Honestly, I don’t,” Brian says with a sigh. “It’s not the same spot as last time, but I can’t figure out why the camera isn’t seeing anything.”
“Is Corrine alright?”
“Yes, I have one of the guys outside her room, and we have sentries wandering the property.”
I blanch at the thought of them armed—and misfiring and shooting someone. These aren’t Jim’s guys who are former military and FBI; these are local Hawaiians. Don’t get me wrong, they’re scary dudes if you run into them in a dark parking lot, but they can’t match Jim’s team where training is concerned.
“What do you suggest?” I ask him.
“Jim and I are talking about it a little later. He’ll probably follow up with you with our recommendations.”
I don’t like that they don’t know very much right now. I lie back in bed and put my hand on my forehead to fend off the headache I can feel coming on. “Keep me posted. Is Corrine awake?”
“I’m not sure. It’s still early here.”
“Thank you for keeping me posted.”
I walk to the kitchen naked and make myself a single serving of coffee. My dick has its morning wood, and it only gets stronger as I think about her. I know I can’t push her or make her do anything she doesn’t want to do, but until we can confirm that whoever is bothering her is out of the way, she’s not going to make any commitments.
I take my first sip, and the headache dulls.
I’ve only felt this passionate about Soleil Energy before—I knew what I wanted, and I was going to get it. But with Corrine, I know if I push too hard, I’ll push her away. Still, my future is with her.
I take a shower, and then I text her.
Me: Good morning. I’m just getting up. Call when you’re awake.
***
For the last four days, Corrine has been in my dreams every night. I’m sure it’s because we speak before I go to bed, and then I can’t get her off my mind. Last night she was wearing white lingerie, including thigh-high stockings and crotchless panties. I woke up sporting the biggest wood—like I was thirteen again.
I’m still unhappy that we can’t figure out why we’re having a nightly breach in the lines at the Halona Moana. It’s irritating at best. I’ve spoken to Jim about it twice in the last couple days, and even he’s confused. We have the best security system available, and his team is working with the manufacturer to figure what’s going on. I’m trying not to talk about it with Corrine so I don’t stress her.
On top of all of that, the last three days I’ve been dealing with production issues. We’ve stuttered Hydro’s entrance into the market, and our sales are through the roof. We’re having problems keeping up with the demand.
There seems to be a small reprieve from the phone calls here in the office today. I would love to hear Corrine’s voice. It’s too early to call her, or I would, and maybe we could have some dirty phone sex. I’m flying back tomorrow, and I can’t wait. I talk to Corrine every morning when she wakes and again after work. We seem to have a delicate balance of professional and naughty. But phone sex is not enough. I need to see and feel her. Sometimes I think I feel her slipping away, and it worries me.
This weekend my plan is to have lots of sex, spend as much time with her as I can, and help her with the poker tournament arrangements.
My cellphone rings, and it’s the house on Maui. It’s just after 5:30 a.m. there. For a second, I’m excited, thinking it’s probably Corrine, but then I realize she always calls from her cell phone.
“Jackson Graham.”
“Mr. Graham, this is Brian.”
These are never good calls.
“We had an issue this morning,” he says.
“What happened?”
“Actually, it was the boys who pointed it out to me. It seems someone was flying a drone over the estate this morning. It was a quiet one, so it wouldn’t have alerted us, but this morning the boys saw it outside the pool house at eye level. It even got so low as to look inside one of the windows in the pool house and in one of the estate windows—Corrine’s room.”
My radar moves to high alert. “Are Melinda and the boys okay?”
“Yes. Melinda was a bit shaken, but she’s fine. The boys thought it was cool, so what does that say about three year olds?”
“Have you alerted Corrine?”
“Yes, but she was in the library preparing for an early call with a vendor, so she wasn’t walking around the house or anything. But it concerns us that they seemed to know which room was hers.”
“I agree. What do we do?”
“The police are on their way. Legally I can’t shoot it down without violating FAA regulations. But Jim is flying out some radar-jamming devices that should arrive this evening. We’ll deploy these jammers, which will make the drones drop to the ground once they reach the area.”
I know Brian is a great guy, but I’m worried about Corrine. I’m responsible for my own schedule these days, and I was going to come in tomorrow, but I have meetings I think I can take over the phone or through video chat. “Brian, I’m going to fly in tonight. I’ll connect
