Stella
I slowly raise one of my eyebrows, crossing my arms over my chest. Adrian’s face contorts into confusion before it settles on shock. He clears his throat, eyes flickering between the laptop screen and my face.
The laptop screen is filled with explicit and suggestive pictures of men. It’s an obscene amount, really, but it was the best cover I could think of to protect my identity as Tracer. Who would dare question what it is that I am doing when they’re face to face with a man’s bare chest?
The set up was easy. It is a simple dual operating system. With one click of a button, I’m able to switch between the two interfaces with ease, quickly concealing my hacker identity at a moment’s notice.
A flash of jealousy stains Adrian’s expression. His lips purse before they move into a thi
