A Bear May Love a Fox
What Have We Here?
Jacob Nighthorse watched his computer monitor avidly, a feral gleam of victory in his eyes. The hidden cameras he'd had Darius install in Henry Standing Bear's office were paying in full right now. He watched from several different angles as sanctimonious, moralistic Henry was able to resist little Cady Longmire for about ten seconds before he was on her, screwing her so hard she'd likely have bruises in the morning.
Smirking, he saved the files and tucked them away in a folder on a flash drive, then deposited the drive in his desk safe, locking it securely. There would definitely come a time when this particular bit of information would come in very handy. He turned back to the screen in front of him. Henry lay heavily on Cady between her spread legs, his ass in the air, his jeans around his ankles. Cady's face wore an ethereal smile of satisfaction, and her hand stroked Henry's back in leisurely circles. Inexplicably, Jacob felt a hot prickle of jealousy, and an image of himself lying in Cady's arms instead of Henry flashed through his mind.
He shook his head to clear it of such nonsense, and quickly turned off the monitor, aware that he must look like a voyeuristic pervert. Yes, he was aware of Cady's soft skin and fiery hair, and had on more than one occasion imagined her mouth doing certain things to him, but watching her with Henry was purely strategy. He now had powerful information which he would use to his advantage, given the opportunity. Nothing more than that.
On his way out, he called Neena Wapasha.
“Hello, my dear,” he said. “Do you still have that red wig?”