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I can’t help myself. “It’s for my ass, isn’t it? I knew I shouldn’t have worn these shorts.”
Before I can laugh at my witty remark, Blake yanks me against his chest, moving the hand on my arm to my ass cheeks, gripping so hard it feels they may bruise. “Watch yourself, Reese. You may have everyone else fooled, but I know who you really are.” He levels me with a wicked smile. “You aren’t the only one who can break through a firewall.”
I should probably clarify that he’s right. I’m no Mother Theresa. Hacking dickbags’s bank accounts isn’t the worst thing I’ve done. But unlike them, I did it out of necessity, not for pleasure. I’m not a bad person. I’ve just been in very bad situations where even I questioned my morality.
“Bullshit. You can’t even work the vending machine, much less find any dirt on me.”
There are only two people in this world who know what I’ve done, and this fucker isn’t one of them.
“You bitch. You think you’re so smart, don’t you?”
Actually, I know I’m smart. I don’t need a man to say it so I can believe it. I’m quite confident all on my own.
I cock my head to the side and flash my boyfriend the fakest smile I can manage. “If you wanted to talk sweet, you should have led with that.” I make a show of batting my eyelashes like a total fool.
“Reese,” Blake drawls, his voice developing a hard edge.
Immediately, my fake smile drops and matches the tight line of his mouth. I might be a novice at pretending I like him, but I’m a pro at hating him.
“Get your fucking ass back to the bonfire, or you won’t have to worry about your shorts giving the wrong impression. Do I make myself clear?”
I almost say no and ask him to repeat it, but then I’d have to talk to him longer, and, well, no one needs more of that torture. I already know the little tattletale will turn me in to his daddy, who will turn me in to the police, who will then investigate my past and find a secret I’d rather keep buried, even though it eats away at my soul to hide it.
“Yeah, crystal.”
Fucker.
Blake nods, as if I’ve just told him he is the prettiest boy in the whole wide world and handed him a cookie. It makes me sick, but not enough to punch him. That would really make waves in the rumor mill, and we can’t have that. Blake is already a tease away from turning me in anyway. If I want to keep my little hacking gig a secret, I have to keep Blake happy—at least until I can figure a way out that doesn’t require jail time.
“Reese?” Blake snaps. “Did you hear me?”
My eyes focus back on Abercrombie and Evil. “Yes. You love me. I get it. Let’s get back to your friends so they don’t get jealous that you spend so much time with me.”
I have no idea what he was saying. I’m sure it was stupid.
Before Blake can do one more thing, I yank away and walk backward, never taking my eyes off him. “Are you coming, or do you need me to moan and cry out how amazing you are?”
I’m so being sarcastic. He might require that I pretend to enjoy his kiss, but I draw the line at pretending he has a nice dick. Everyone would know I was lying then.
“Watch it, Reese. You’re getting brave.”
Never taking my eyes off him, I smile. “I’ve been brave.”
He doesn’t know me. He thinks I’m a coward because I don’t want to go to jail. I agree, orange is not my color, but I would wear it proudly if I had to. After all, we are all prisoners at some point.
In a mock salute, I flash Blake the most extensive eat-shit look I can. “Don’t worry, sweetheart; you’ll have no more trouble out of me tonight.”
Tomorrow is a different story. I haven’t given up on finding a faster solution to rid myself of Blake and his heavy hand. His father might have impressive encryptions on his accounts, but somewhere, someone—likely Blake—has reused a password that will open a virtual door.
And that’s all I need—an opening to buy back my freedom.
When Blake and I approach the tents where his friends huddle around the fire, they look up, grinning.
“Do we even want to know what you two have been up to in the woods?” The blonde, I think her name is Ashley, flashes me a wink like I’m the luckiest girl in the world. She’s here with one of Blake’s jock friends. And when I say jock, I mean golf. They are on the golf team at the university, not something hot, like football.
Anyway, Ashley isn’t the worst of the bunch. If I weren’t here against my will, I might actually talk to her.
Blake’s laugh rumbles from behind me, much closer than I remember him being. “Tsk, tsk, Ash. Nice guys never kiss and tell.”
