“No.”
“What? You can’t tell me no. Give it to me right now.”
“No,” he repeated, avoiding her gaze. “I need to think about this. I’m not sure if… I don’t know how you’re going to react.”
React to what?Her stomach turned.
She reached for the electronic, and he held it up above her head, just like he had with the phone.
“Oh, you fuckingstreetlampof a man,” she growled, hopping and reaching for it.
He just rose up onto his toes, putting it out of her reach.
“Give me the holopad, you giraffe!”
“No. Leave it be. I have to think.”
“You leave it be!” She was starting to feel childish. “Why are you being so”—she hopped fruitlessly—“weird right now?”
“You don’t want to see what’s on this.”
Her frustration only mounted.
She jumped up onto the couch and then launched herself at him, tackling him as she knocked the holopad from his hand. He didn’t even grunt as she knocked him off balance, nearly making him bash his head against the TV stand as they went sprawling. She rolled off of him and scrambled toward the holopad, but he grabbed onto her ankle and dragged her backwards, rucking her shirt up until her ribs were bared.
She kicked at him, growling in frustration, but he was unaffected by the blow. He crawled over her, pinning her wrists above her head and trapping her with his weight against her back. His erection pressed against her ass as he held her down. To her frustration, his arousal was prompting her body to answer in kind. Wetness flooded her panties as her nipples grew tight.
“Get off,” she said, the words muffled by the way her cheek was pressed against the rug.
“No.”
“I’m going to make Logan reprogram you. You won’t even be able to form a negative statement anymore!”
He leaned down and nuzzled her cheek with his own, pushing her hair out of her face. “Fine. Just leave the holopad alone.”
She panted, catching her breath as she chewed on what he was saying. “There’s something on the holopad that you think will hurt me.”
“Yes.”
Her heart clenched. Suspicions that she kept under tight rein whispered across her consciousness all at once. “Let me up, Sam.”
For a moment, she was sure he was going to continue to refuse, but his grip on her loosened, and he shifted his weight off her. Gingerly, she pulled herself up onto her knees. He sat behind her, shoulders hunched, with his arms resting on his knees.
“Look, then, if you must,” he whispered.
CHAPTER 18
With joints that felt rusted,Ophelia reached over and dragged the holopad toward her. It lit up at her touch, and her vision wavered as she read the messages on the lock screen. She didn’t know the password, and she could only see one half of the conversation, but it was enough.
They were all from Tiffany, his colleague who rarely deigned to speak to her and spoke down her nose whenever she did.
Do you think she knows?
Lol - typical
You’re kidding. She wants to keep him? No way
A golden opportunity for sure
