- No, we mustn't, stop...
Stevens was saying this to Nichols, but she let him continue, leaving her fingers on his little breast as he kneaded it and kissed her passionately.
Goren couldn't believe it.
Not only had Nichols hidden his game well with the little young inspector, but he had no compunction about doing it here, without any restraint or modesty.
In addition, why did he have to do it here.
In the same place that Eames had taken him.
Goren had told Eames that it wasn't careful, that they might be surprised.
And he'd been right.
Why didn't Eames, she ever listen to him.
Thinking about the little lady in question, whose little breasts were pressed against his back, and whose tip he could feel, Goren felt what was in his crotch harden, but he pulled himself together.
This was not the time to be thinking about such things.
But did Eames she have to be so close to him.
Eames had his arm around her neck, and kept his hand on her lips.
But Goren didn't like that.
Being in that cupboard, hiding with Eames, making as little noise as possible, so as not to be startled.
It was as if we had become perverts, peeping toms.
And it was very embarrassing.
Whereas not at all, if they had ended up in that cupboard, it was because they had been panicked at the idea of being discovered.
When in fact they had done absolutely nothing to make them have to hide.
As for Nichols and Stevens, Goren couldn't say the same.
These two were far from being in the early stages of a relationship.
They had taken the plunge a long time ago.
But to their misfortune, the main person who shouldn't know anything about their relationship was right behind him.
And she saw everything.
And even very well.
Thanks to the wardrobe's poorly closed sliding door.
- Ah...
- Nn...
Name of God...
But it was that they continued.
Her moans were far too embarrassing.
Couldn't they be more restrained, and go to a bedroom instead, rather than right in the middle of the meeting room.
- I... Serena.
Nichols gently laid Stevens on the floor and placed himself on top of her.
No, Nichols and Stevens. Stop, stop, stop that, already.
Goren didn't want them to do that at all.
It's too…
The sound of the meeting room door opening was heard, revealing a completely drunk Wilson.
- Where's Eames.
Not happy to have been interrupted in what he was doing to Serena, Zach glared at Wilson, but reluctantly had to move away from Stevens, so that they could get dressed properly.
- Ah Stevens... Wilson crouched down to Serena's level and put his hands on her shoulders. Have you seen Eames.
Seen Eames...
But why was he talking about Eames.
- What. Excuse me.
Wilson was asking her about Eames.
But didn't he see that he had appeared in the middle of a very intimate scene between Nichols and her.
And she was again all shook up at having been surprised.
Above all, she had told Nichols to be careful, and he had told her that they were safe.
Thinking of Nichols, he was standing with his back to her, not daring to make face.
Of course, this situation was embarrassing in the extreme.
- Where did she go, come out, come out, wherever you are.
Name of God...
Wilson. Wilson that idiot.
He's so drunk he doesn't even know what he's talking about.
And Goren felt sorry for Nichols and Stevens.
And to think it could have been them in that situation.
But on the one hand, Wilson would have understood that Eames wasn't available, and that would have calmed him down.
Of course Eames should have been angry, reproaching them for what they were about to do, but she didn't feel brave enough to leave them like that.
Knowing that she, too, did not respect the rules.
So she decided she had to intervene.
Eames moved away from Goren and stood up, in front of a surprised Goren.
But what was she going to do.
He saw her walk over to the sliding cupboard door and put her little hands on it.
No, Eames wasn't going to do that.
He had to stop her.
But too late, before he could make the slightest move, she opened the door, but only halfway, hiding Goren, and stepped out, surprising everyone in the room, but especially Nichols and Stevens.
- Eames, you... Wilson threw himself into Eames' arms, who grimaced in annoyance. I've finally found you.
Seriously though...
Why was he holding her so tightly.
He couldn't let her go.
Not only did she not like the way he was being so familiar with her, but he was completely drunk.
And that was the thing she hated most in a person.
- Eames...
Oh my God...
She'd been there the whole time.
So that meant she'd seen everything that was going on between Serena and him.
This was going to go badly for both of them.
But Eames was already busy enough trying to control Wilson and get him out of the meeting room that she didn't say anything to them.
- Why did Eames she appear here...
Nichols turned to the cupboard, where the door was ajar.
Yes, it was strange that Eames had appeared from there.
But Nichols and she were so engrossed in their lovemaking that they didn't pay much attention.
So who knows.
Maybe Eames had been there for a long time, and she'd kept quiet to take them by surprise, and make them regret their behaviour.
- Who knows...
Name of God...
Goren didn't like the way things were going.
If Nichols or Stevens peeked in the cupboard, he'd be caught.
And he wouldn't have a good excuse.
And how could it be otherwise.
What am I going to do now...
Goren positioned himself well behind the door, so as not to be seen, and above all, not to make the slightest noise.
If he was surprised there, it would be easy for Nichols and Stevens to work out what they were doing in the cupboard and who he was there with.
Especially as the little lady in question had come out of the cupboard as if nothing had happened, shocking him.
- Zach... Let's go.
To go...
- Ok.
Yes, that was the best thing to do in a situation like this.
Because when Eames had time, Nichols knew that she would have a little chat with them.
Perhaps he should talk to Goren about it, so that he could try to plead his and Serena's case to Eames.
Well...
Thinking of Goren...
He hadn't seen him since the scene in the living room, when he'd seen him spill alcohol on Eames.
It was strange all the same...
And what had just happened in that room was strange too.
Eames had disappeared at the same time as Goren, and she was coming out of that cupboard.
What's going on here.
It wasn't normal where Eames had come from, and Nichols wanted to know for sure, so he headed for the cupboard.
When he reached the cupboard door, Nichols stopped in shock.
In front of him was a seated Goren, his hands on the floor in front of him, looking at him in terror at having been discovered.
And suddenly, everything lit up in Nichols' mind.
Goren's way of rebelling lately, his way of being more confident.
But yes.
So that was it.
Eames and him...
Name of God...
But he had hidden his game well.
Constantly acting like a man, annoyed by Eames' particular attention to mothering him.
So it was better to leave him alone and try to talk to him later.
Nichols already knew that Goren was going to be silent.
So he turned away and left Goren alone.
Oh my God...
I've been discovered...
