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She couldn’t believe her ears.
Did he threaten to spank her?
She did pat herself on the back for her fast thinking though when it came to her cell phone.
The information on there, if the device could be fixed, could reveal Morgan’s hideout cabin.
She might be clumsy but she wasn’t stupid. If they couldn’t torture information out of her, they would use her to lure Morgan out into the open.
She quickly surmised that the chances of them returning to Morgan’s house were slim as they wouldn’t have any reason to do so, at least not anytime very soon. But they might be tempted to search her house for her phone, if they believed she was lying.
While being carted out of Morgan’s house, she increased her struggles and wiggles to be put down then surreptitiously removed her phone and tossed it into the potted plant in the foyer.
Miraculously, she didn’t miss.
The phone didn’t fall from her hand and shatter. And none of them had seen what she had done. It worked in her favor that Gray Eyes and Drake had walked in front with Ian carrying her, behind them.
Now the chances of Morgan finding the phone were slim to none. But at least her phone would be kept safe until she returned.
If she returned.
Ian carried her to her house. Not taking his eyes off her made her feel increasingly exposed as he made quick work of finding her bedroom and then setting her down.
She turned a blood red as he took in what she would call her crime scene since her night of fun had turned into a night of debauchery and the evidence thereof remained visible for anyone to see.
The lingering fragrances of her bubble bath and her body butter still clung to the air. In the open box of chocolates on her bedside table, at least five were eaten already. The overturned bottle of wine. The rumbled bed looked as if two people had tossed about in it except it had just been her and her toy. And oh dear, the red wine stain on the pristine white comforter.
She had no idea what any of the three of them might think of her, but it couldn’t be good. Clearly, she didn’t discriminate. She made bad impressions on both the law-abiding population and those who didn’t abide by the law. Perfect.
She gathered up a pair of track pants, a T-shirt, and as discreetly as she could, a set of underwear. She was going to take her shower first before she was going to be kidnapped and no one was going to tell her otherwise.
She walked into her bathroom then closed the door behind her. Not a moment later, the door opened at the same instant she had removed her gown. She shrieked in horror and tried to cover herself up again but a mocking voice in her head told her he had already seen her bits. In fact, Ian had taken her breast in his hand and made her nipple swell to twice its size.
“The door stays open. You have three minutes or I’m taking you as you are.”
She had no smart retort, so she glared at him for a second and stepped into her shower with her robe still covering her. Luckily her cubicle was on the left side of the door, so he didn’t have a direct view of it from the bedroom.
She lathered herself up hastily. She totally believed he would come in there after three minutes and drag her out whether she had soap in her eyes and was dripping wet or not.
Once she turned off the shower, she remained in the cubicle, dried herself off then proceeded to get dressed there.
She couldn’t deny she felt a lot better with some proper clothes on. She pulled on a hoodie and quickly packed a bag. One overnight bag was all that Ian allowed her.
“But how long will I be incarcerated?” she asked, sarcastically.
“As long as it takes.”
Fine.
After packing in lots of underwear, socks, pajamas, jeans, track pants, and T-shirts, she collected her toothbrush and her hairbrush, a bottle of lotion, moisturizer and deodorant.
Ian carried her bag and then she was bundled into a car that had been parked across the street. She hadn’t noticed it before, but then again, she had been speed walking... speed running to get Morgan to help her out with her lady bits dilemma. She hadn’t paid much attention to anything else around her then.
She scooted over to the other side of the passenger seat at the back, childishly wanting to get as far away from them as possible in a confined place. Naturally, it didn’t help.
Drake was already seated on the other end and Ian slipped in the front.
She felt constantly on the brink of a real honest-to-goodness panic attack.
