I could make it quick and easy, but remembering the way it felt to have her fear at my beck and call has me thinking about toying with her all over again.
All thoughts of Greer and the fun I could be having cut off when a dark SUV screeches to a halt in front of me, and a man hops out of the back, looking every bit the part of Man in Black. “Get in.”
Rolling my eyes, I groan. “Before my shower, boys? Really?”
“Get the fuck in the car,” he reiterates.
I step toward him, snapping my teeth.
He flinches. “Your nerves are showing.” Running my nose along the length of his jaw, I breathe him in. “I smell fear radiating off you. I’m the predator here, Company Man, don’t let that suit go to your fucking head.”
Leaning away from him, I pat him on the shoulder. I smile. “Now, say please.”
I cross my arms over my chest as he clears his throat.
“Please, Mr. Grady, get in the car.”
“Much better. Good boy.” Sliding inside, I move to the far side of the middle bench, landing behind the driver’s seat.
The driver shakes his head at me, but doesn’t say a word as he pulls away from the police station.
Games with Greer will have to wait; it seems the boss wants a sit-down.
Director Helms sits behind his desk. I’m escorted in and led toward a chair. Neither of the two men who led me here sticks around.
I’m sure one of them needs to change his panties from the way he nearly shit himself earlier at my taunting.
“Good. You’re here.” Helms takes off his glasses.
“Was this morning really necessary?” Plucking a mint off his desk, I unwrap it and pop it in my mouth, tossing the wrapper on the ground.
“Yes. You needed a reality check.”
“Reality check? Me? I’m one of the best fucking agents you have on payroll. Also, nothing about this morning fazed me, so mission not accomplished.”
“Goddamnit, you’re so fucked-up, even the threat of arrest doesn’t bother you,” he growls, pinching his nose.
“They read me my rights and never once told me what I was being arrested for. I’m not a fucking moron. Plus, the agent who interrogated me reeked of rat, so I assume he’s the reason I was lifted.”
“He is, but fuck I hoped it would knock some sense into you.”
“About?”
“The fucking girl! That’s what! What do you think you’re doing with that girl? There’s a fucking nationwide BOLO out for her, and then I find out she’s sleeping in your bed, sucking your fucking cock, riding on the back of your bike to a kill!”
I shrug. “I’m just passing the time.”
“Bullshit! If this is going to be an issue, let me know now.”
I narrow my gaze at him, rage simmering to a rolling boil in my chest. “Watch yourself.”
“No.” He slams his hand down on his desk. “You’re psychotic ass needs to realize you can’t just pluck a fucking citizen off the street and keep them because you think they look pretty!”
Helms doesn’t need to know she’s the one who took me out of commission ten years ago. He’d probably have her wiped off the playing board if he did find out.
My recovery cost the agency a pretty penny.
“She’s a hobby, Helms. Chill the fuck out.”
