“I may have recorded my date the other night without her permission. That’s all.” He turned to me with a scowl. “Point taken. And know, the minute I get the all clear, I will teach you a thing or two about respect.”
“And you should know, if I can get that so easily, imagine what else I can get.” I winked at him.
Women always knew when they were being recorded. We just often let the men think otherwise because they enjoyed thinking they were being naughty.
The room was silent while I continued roaming through everything with a fine-tooth comb. A small timer appeared in the corner of the screen, the one I had blocked from their view. Someone else liked thinking he was being naughty. At least he finally figured out how to keep it a secret.
Curious, I pulled up the street cameras. I noticed half a dozen black SUVs coming in fast.
I shifted over to the security cameras for the warehouse and looped them. I accessed the alarms around the main gate and shut them off. No one would know my rescuers were here. Not until they broke down the door. I then closed out of all the tabs but the ones they knew I was on. I didn’t bother wiping the history, there was no point.
By the time the program finished running, it wasn’t Dillan and the Italian’s money that would be missing.
Ivan walked over to me, squatting down to get a better look at the computer. I tilted my head up to look at him defiantly.
“What’s the matter? Don’t trust me?”
I kept myself from flinching as he dragged a knuckle around my jaw and down my neck. “No even close.” He hummed as his hand went lower. “How much longer until program done?”
“Half an hour, hour tops.”
“And you need do anything else, or is independent now?”
“Why?”
Ivan slid his hand down the front of my shirt. “Because I am hungry and bored. And you only meal here.” He went inside my bra and felt out every inch of me. “Such enticing meal too. You look sweet, but you have much spice in you. I bet, once we wake up beast, you be real player. What you say, little hacker? Let me teach you new tricks?”
I stared him down, daring him to push me. “No, thank you. I’m good.”
He hummed. “Oh… but be bad can be much fun.” He taunted, pinching me in a very delicate spot.
I hissed. I was a bit sore from Dillan. I always was really.
Ivan gave me a curious look, then began to roughly unbutton my shirt. It was a dark enough shade that I didn't need an undershirt. I hardly wore them anymore unless the top shirt required it. The undershirts just got in the way when Dillan was around.
I wanted to turn my head, admit my guilt, my lie, but I didn’t. I kept my gaze steadily on the cretin in front of me as he saw the marks Dillan left the night before. He had kissed them in the shower this morning, telling each of them he loved them. Which made me laugh, until he went lower and told something else that he loved it.
Once that lid had come off, he was all for saying those three little words at any opportune moment.
