AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Okay.”
“And we don’t need a map to find the Declaration of Independence. It’s on display at the National Archives. Well, actually, one copy is on display. There are several.”
I just blink at her and turn my attention back to getting out of here. I have way too much going on in my life to end up in prison.
Stepping back a little, I study the doors wondering if there’s a way to pick the lock with anything we have. Back in high school, I may have snuck into my house plenty of times after curfew. But I never had to pick a lock.
Samantha taps me on the shoulder. “Are you sure you aren’t pulling when you’re supposed to be pushing?”
“I’m not an idiot.”
She says nothing, but lets her raised eyebrows do the talking. Their message is clear. She thinks I’m the world’s biggest idiot.
Just because I didn’t know that little factoid about the doubloons. Or the Declaration of Independence. Okay, I knew that one. I was too busy thinking about getting us out of here to bust out my trivia knowledge.
When I haven’t moved a moment later, Samantha shoves past me and reaches for the handle. “Let me—”
Her hand freezes on the handle. She attempts to wiggle it, but it barely moves. She tries again, biting her bottom lip and glaring at the doors.
She tugs then pulls then tugs again. “You have to be joking.”
I snort on a laugh, but—to avoid castration—I mask it as a sneeze. It’s more than a little gratifying to see her on the verge of losing her shit. And not just because seeing her wound up is one of my favorite things.
“Vindication,” I mumble under my breath.
“What did you say?”
I shake my head, no longer interested in egging her on. “You always did have to learn everything the hard way. Don’t you?”
“Shut up.” She waves off my remark and takes a deep breath.
Based on the way her lips are moving, I’m guessing she’s counting to ten. Knowing her temper, she should probably make it fifty. Otherwise, she might develop a hernia. Or punch me in the nose.
I can’t help but smirk at either possibility.
“Have you tried pushing?”
The fresh glare she sends my way breaks my resolve to remain sober. Tears are coming out of my eyes by the time I pull myself together.
Samantha folds her arms across her chest. “Are you finished?”
“Just about.” I release a final “woo” and wipe my eyes. “Okay, I’m done now.”
“Great. Any brilliant ideas, Mr. President?”
“Well, I don’t know, Madam Vice President.” Her cheek twitches, and I smirk. “Maybe we could try one of the other doors.”
“Sure. What a great idea. Let’s do that.”
My brow furrows. She agreed to that awfully fast. Maybe she knows something I don’t. Maybe she just really wants to get out of here. Or, maybe she’s finally accepted me as the pack leader that I’ve always been.
All the same, I should watch my back. I wouldn’t put it past her to bash me over the head with Webster’s Dictionary.
Only, I find myself watching something else as Samantha takes the lead. At some point, she changed from the business slacks she was wearing during set-up into a pair of jeans. Both outfits suit her. But the jeans mold to her behind like a second skin, displaying the ample curves of her hips and thighs.
Shapely thighs that would no doubt create a welcome cushion during the pushing.
“Are you looking at my ass?”
