knob on the door almost subconsciously. Not sure what pushed her to say it, she muttered, “Yeah, well I know lots of guys, Warrick. And I’ll get to know Larson.”
The snarl Warrick emitted reached her ears about the same time he reached the door. She blinked in shock at how fast he’d gotten to her as he slammed the door closed again and spun her around to face him.
Awareness sizzled through her blood at his near nakedness—thank God he at least wore boxer shorts. The muscles in his shoulders strained as he leaned closer to her.
Uncomfortable with the naked man-flesh in front of her, Sienna lifted her gaze to meet his savage expression and her stomach twisted with the realization she’d gone too far. She tried to step backward, but there was nowhere to go.
“You’ll get to know Larson?” he demanded icily. Irritation and something close to possessiveness raged in his eyes. “I don’t think so, Sienna. Larson’s not the type to trip over himself the moment you decide to bat your eyelashes at him.”
Fury exploded inside her, blurring her vision and making a snarl of anger escape past her lips. She balled her hand into a fist and pummeled it toward his stomach, but his palm intersected it before she could blink. He curled his fingers around her fist and used the leverage to jerk her forward.
She gasped. “You’re the one who made the suggestion to go sleep with someone else.”
“Don’t push me, Sienna. Get into bed, or I’ll carry you there.” The tone of his voice and the barely restrained ferocity in his face guaranteed he would make good on his threat.
She jerked her hand free and moved past him, her body shaking with anger and fatigue. Screw this. The very minute she got the chance, she was getting out of here. Who cares how far she had to hike. If she didn’t go, she’d probably end up killing the bastard.
Sienna stalked to the bed and jerked back the comforter, sliding beneath the sheets as she cast him another furious glare.
“You know, Warrick, my life was a hell of a lot less complicated before you walked back into it.”
“Thanks for the update, Sienna. Now go to sleep.”
She closed her eyes and ignored the prickle of guilt. Of course Warrick wasn’t the only complication to her life right now. It had been complicated the minute Leo had handed her the jump drive barely twenty-four hours ago. What she’d thought was just another data entry task had turned into so much more.
Sienna bit her lip and shook her head. Who was she kidding? This was all her fault. If she’d followed Leo’s instructions she’d be sitting in Boston right now, not locked up in some safe house under the watch of some bizarre federal agency. Leo had never asked her to try and free the shifters. No, that had been her own not-so-brilliant, half-baked idea.
And now she was screwed.
Clenching her fingers around the blanket, she considered the plan zipping through her head. But could she risk sneaking out when Warrick fell asleep?
She gave a tiny shake of her head. She couldn’t afford not to. The worst that could happen was she failed and got dragged back. The best thing…she made it to Boston.
Trying to relax, she closed her eyes and waited.
“I’m afraid it’s the shifters…they’ve been freed.”
Jocelyn removed her diamond stud earrings and set them on the antique bureau of her lush bedroom, silently repeating the information she’d just been told.
The shifters had been freed? There were guards. Cameras. Alarms. How in the hell could the shifters possibly have gotten out? An obscene amount of money had gone into this project. And now they were gone…trotting out of the lab like the savage animals they were.
Her pulse jerked and her mouth tightened, if only just the tiniest bit. She reached for her champagne flute, her steady hands not betraying the rage that brewed just beneath the surface. She took a sip, before she turned and stared at the man standing in her doorway.
“The
The snarl Warrick emitted reached her ears about the same time he reached the door. She blinked in shock at how fast he’d gotten to her as he slammed the door closed again and spun her around to face him.
Awareness sizzled through her blood at his near nakedness—thank God he at least wore boxer shorts. The muscles in his shoulders strained as he leaned closer to her.
Uncomfortable with the naked man-flesh in front of her, Sienna lifted her gaze to meet his savage expression and her stomach twisted with the realization she’d gone too far. She tried to step backward, but there was nowhere to go.
“You’ll get to know Larson?” he demanded icily. Irritation and something close to possessiveness raged in his eyes. “I don’t think so, Sienna. Larson’s not the type to trip over himself the moment you decide to bat your eyelashes at him.”
Fury exploded inside her, blurring her vision and making a snarl of anger escape past her lips. She balled her hand into a fist and pummeled it toward his stomach, but his palm intersected it before she could blink. He curled his fingers around her fist and used the leverage to jerk her forward.
She gasped. “You’re the one who made the suggestion to go sleep with someone else.”
“Don’t push me, Sienna. Get into bed, or I’ll carry you there.” The tone of his voice and the barely restrained ferocity in his face guaranteed he would make good on his threat.
She jerked her hand free and moved past him, her body shaking with anger and fatigue. Screw this. The very minute she got the chance, she was getting out of here. Who cares how far she had to hike. If she didn’t go, she’d probably end up killing the bastard.
Sienna stalked to the bed and jerked back the comforter, sliding beneath the sheets as she cast him another furious glare.
“You know, Warrick, my life was a hell of a lot less complicated before you walked back into it.”
“Thanks for the update, Sienna. Now go to sleep.”
She closed her eyes and ignored the prickle of guilt. Of course Warrick wasn’t the only complication to her life right now. It had been complicated the minute Leo had handed her the jump drive barely twenty-four hours ago. What she’d thought was just another data entry task had turned into so much more.
Sienna bit her lip and shook her head. Who was she kidding? This was all her fault. If she’d followed Leo’s instructions she’d be sitting in Boston right now, not locked up in some safe house under the watch of some bizarre federal agency. Leo had never asked her to try and free the shifters. No, that had been her own not-so-brilliant, half-baked idea.
And now she was screwed.
Clenching her fingers around the blanket, she considered the plan zipping through her head. But could she risk sneaking out when Warrick fell asleep?
She gave a tiny shake of her head. She couldn’t afford not to. The worst that could happen was she failed and got dragged back. The best thing…she made it to Boston.
Trying to relax, she closed her eyes and waited.
“I’m afraid it’s the shifters…they’ve been freed.”
Jocelyn removed her diamond stud earrings and set them on the antique bureau of her lush bedroom, silently repeating the information she’d just been told.
The shifters had been freed? There were guards. Cameras. Alarms. How in the hell could the shifters possibly have gotten out? An obscene amount of money had gone into this project. And now they were gone…trotting out of the lab like the savage animals they were.
Her pulse jerked and her mouth tightened, if only just the tiniest bit. She reached for her champagne flute, her steady hands not betraying the rage that brewed just beneath the surface. She took a sip, before she turned and stared at the man standing in her doorway.
“The
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