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Don’t call me that,I wanted to say, but I couldn’t speak with the twin urges of fear and desire battling for dominance within me. And if it wasn’t messed up that I could feel both things simultaneously, then I didn’t know what was.
“I have to get back to work,” I eventually choked out.
“You want me to stop?”
“Yes.” The word sounded more like a question than a statement.
Chris chuckled in my ear, and it sent goosebumps over my skin. “My pretty little liar.”
And then, before I knew what was happening, he was stepping back and dangling something in his hand.
My cellphone.
“Hey!” I immediately lunged for it, but he moved it away and tutted. “Not so fast.”
And with that, he turned away, and his back blocked most of what was happening, but I heard a smashing sound.
“Hey!” I yelled louder this time. “That’s my phone.”
“Itwasyour phone, which I’m also sure doubled as a listening and tracking device.” He turned back to face me, all the amusement gone from his face. “Now it’s not anymore. So now that we’re alone, let’s lay it all out on the table, shall we?”
My heart thundered in my chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you?” he said as he held up something in his other hand. My lockpicking pocketknife. “Because I could have sworn this came from your back pocket.”
I gasped and opened my mouth to deny it again, but he shook his head.
“Seriously,” he said. “Let’s not lie to each other now. It’s tiring.”
How on earth did he get… Realization instantly filled me. He probably snagged it from my back pocket while fondling me.
Fuck. I was screwed.
My heart rattled in my chest, and I knew I had probably gone pale. The look in his eyes didn’t bode well for me, and fear seized my throat.Scream. Run. Fight.
What was the use, though?I thought in despair.No one was here to hear me scream, and even if they were, they wouldn’t defy him.
There was nowhere to run to. And his body stood between me and the door.
Fighting would be useless as the man had several pounds of muscle on me. He could crush me without even thinking about it.
He took the pocketknife and seemed to test it against his thumb. A prick of blood appeared.
“Sharp. Nice,” he said, and then he licked the drop of blood off, still maintaining eye contact with me as his tongue ran sensuously over the digit.
Fear ran through my veins at the same time that a whole different feeling was kicking in my belly. Oh, how on earth could I still be attracted to him at a time like this?
“I’m going to give you one last chance to tell me the truth,” he said.
“Or what?” The stupid daring side of me retorted. “You’ll kill me?” A maniacal laugh left my throat, bordering on mild insanity. “Why should I care? You’re going to kill me anyway.”
He didn’t react to that as he watched me with that same hooded gaze of his. “Who do you work for? The FBI?”
“I work for no one.” My chin went up in an act of stupid, nihilistic defiance. “I only work for myself.”
“That’s why you were trying to crack my safe?”
I shrugged. “I figured you kept some cash in there, and I was going to steal it and take off.”
