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He checked the program’s progress. He sat, drained his beer, and waited as the screen filled with color. Suddenly, everything went black except for a box in the middle of the page. It read, Deleting.
“Fuck.” He was watching Elle’s hopes vanish. He slammed his hand on the bar.
Elle jumped off the couch and ran to him. “What is it?”
* * * *
“We have to go.” Brandon jumped to his feet and left Nicki sitting at the bar.
She caught up with him in the lobby and grabbed his arm. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Not here.” He dragged his hands through his hair.
He wasn’t sure which scared him the most, telling her someone might have gained access to the files or that the files had been hacked. He avoided her glare until they were safely inside their suite.
“What have you fucked up now?” she demanded.
Her blue eyes had iced over, and her cheeks were flaming red. She’d already hit her trigger. The past few days had been too good to last. “A hacker got into my computer.”
“And? You notified the protection service.” She poked a long red nail into his chest. “Right?”
“I did. But they haven’t given me the name or IP address of the hacker yet.”
“I warned you about leaving it out.” She opened the mini bar and removed a scotch. “When did this happen?” She poured three fingers and tossed it down as if it were water.
“My notice came while we were skiing.” He hastened to add, “I called right away. Demanded information.”
“Demanded? You?”
Her laugh sent waves of nausea over him. At the same time, sexual excitement stirred low in his dick. “That’s not all.”
“There’s more?” The smile she gave him warned of what was to come. “Do tell.”
“I just received a new notice. Someone is trying to open my business records.”
“Your records? Don’t you mean our records?”
“Yes. That’s what I meant.”
“How can you be so smart at business and have no fucking common sense at the same time?” She poured another scotch and stalked across the room. “Give me your cell.”
Brandon handed over his phone, careful not to look into her eyes.
“You know what to do.” She grabbed his shoulders, turned him, and shoved him toward the bedroom.
Brandon heard Nicki’s rant as she demanded to know exactly who was trying to violate the private files of Ethridge Investments. His worries fell off his shoulders. She would take care of things. He stripped off his clothes, opened a drawer, and removed the silk scarves he’d neatly folded and put away. He placed them and his belt at the foot of the mattress, making sure they were lined up perfectly. Then he lay face down.
Anticipation had his breath coming in rapid bursts. His cock pressed into the mattress. Had he been careless intentionally? He’d do almost anything for one session with her. His body craved the beatings. Craved the unbridled sex. Craved the discipline.
Movement above him heightened his senses, but he didn’t lift his head. All his nerve endings were primed and ready. His hands and legs were secured, leaving him spread eagle, face down on the bed. The sting of the leather belt against his bare ass sent pleasure and pain rushing through him. He pressed his face deeper into the mattress to muffle his moans.
“Why must I do everything myself?” she hissed as the belt contacted his back.
Seven
“No, no, no.” Elle’s stomach dropped to the tops of her feet. Panic swept over her as Brandon’s file disappeared. She turned to Logan. “We were afraid of this.” Tears swam behind her eyes.
“Son of a bitch.” Logan wrapped his arm around her. “I’m sorry.”
