shifters are gone?” she finally murmured, arching a brow.
Robert, her lover for the past year and a half, swallowed hard and gave a stiff nod. “Yes. I’ve sent all my men to find out who is responsible—we suspect an employee of the lab—and to recover the shifters. I’m certain they won’t get far. I promise, none of this will be leaked.”
What a fool he was. A smile played on her mouth now as she strode slowly toward him, her bare feet caressed by soft carpeting. The silk of her robe clung to her toned body with each step she took. “You’re certain?”
His appreciative gaze slid over her, his eagerness for the seductive evening she’d promised him apparent in the way he licked his lips. “Yes, my love. Please, don’t concern yourself with anything. It’s being taken care of.”
She came to a stop in front of him, and reached out to stroke the smooth lapels of his tux he had yet to change out of. Relief flashed in his eyes as he slid his hands to her hips, his head dipping as he leaned in to kiss her.
Jocelyn moved her knee from the confines of her robe and drove it between his legs, finally allowing her face to twist into a cold mask of fury.
Robert dropped like a stone, gasping in agony as his eyes watered.
“Don’t concern myself?” she repeated lightly and took another sip of the sweet champagne, savoring the bite on her tongue. “Do I look like a fucking idiot to you, Robert? Which employee is responsible?”
Writhing on the floor, he choked out, “Sienna Peters.”
She turned away, mentally pulled up an image of the petite blonde lab rat. A quiet woman who appeared to be entirely both too smart and too stupid for her own good.
But Sienna hadn’t been alone in this, she wouldn’t have even known about the shifters’ captivity. Someone else must’ve tipped her off, and she had a pretty good idea who that person was.
Her mind calculated the possibilities of what needed to be done. After a moment, she turned around and approached her lover once more.
“I don’t really trust that you or your men know how to fix this, Robert,” she murmured. “Now listen carefully to what I want you to do…”
Son of a bitch.
The clenching of his jaw was the only movement Warrick allowed himself as Sienna moved from the bathroom toward the bedroom door. It hadn’t even been a half hour since he’d told her to go to sleep. Did she honestly think he was that stupid?
Dammit, he’d hoped he could trust her. Had decided to not force her to share a bed with him, because he’d told himself he could trust her.
Well he should’ve known better. Should’ve damn well remembered that Sienna had never exactly been the agreeable type. And if he’d learned one thing over the years, it was that you couldn’t trust some women farther than you could spit. And he’d be sure to thank Sienna for the reminder when he put a stop to whatever harebrained idea she’d talked herself into.
Where the hell did she think she was going? They were miles from a main road, and that main road wouldn’t be seeing much traffic this time of night anyway.
He could’ve grabbed her before she’d left the bedroom, but he was going to give her a little rope to hang herself with first, see just exactly what she thought she was going to do.
He waited, eyes closed and ears alert, until he heard the faint click of the front door opening and shutting. Then he was on his feet, moving swiftly and silently through the house after her.
In the darkness he kept his movements stealthy and stuck to the shadows.
A few minutes later he shook his head in dismay as he watched her start jogging—in her dress and heels, no less—toward the main road. His lips quirked in amusement and he was tempted to let her make it all the way there. The blisters might just be punishment enough.
But Sienna slowed down a moment later and he fell back, brows drawing together. Until he saw a familiar glow and heard the beeping of buttons on a cell
Robert, her lover for the past year and a half, swallowed hard and gave a stiff nod. “Yes. I’ve sent all my men to find out who is responsible—we suspect an employee of the lab—and to recover the shifters. I’m certain they won’t get far. I promise, none of this will be leaked.”
What a fool he was. A smile played on her mouth now as she strode slowly toward him, her bare feet caressed by soft carpeting. The silk of her robe clung to her toned body with each step she took. “You’re certain?”
His appreciative gaze slid over her, his eagerness for the seductive evening she’d promised him apparent in the way he licked his lips. “Yes, my love. Please, don’t concern yourself with anything. It’s being taken care of.”
She came to a stop in front of him, and reached out to stroke the smooth lapels of his tux he had yet to change out of. Relief flashed in his eyes as he slid his hands to her hips, his head dipping as he leaned in to kiss her.
Jocelyn moved her knee from the confines of her robe and drove it between his legs, finally allowing her face to twist into a cold mask of fury.
Robert dropped like a stone, gasping in agony as his eyes watered.
“Don’t concern myself?” she repeated lightly and took another sip of the sweet champagne, savoring the bite on her tongue. “Do I look like a fucking idiot to you, Robert? Which employee is responsible?”
Writhing on the floor, he choked out, “Sienna Peters.”
She turned away, mentally pulled up an image of the petite blonde lab rat. A quiet woman who appeared to be entirely both too smart and too stupid for her own good.
But Sienna hadn’t been alone in this, she wouldn’t have even known about the shifters’ captivity. Someone else must’ve tipped her off, and she had a pretty good idea who that person was.
Her mind calculated the possibilities of what needed to be done. After a moment, she turned around and approached her lover once more.
“I don’t really trust that you or your men know how to fix this, Robert,” she murmured. “Now listen carefully to what I want you to do…”
Son of a bitch.
The clenching of his jaw was the only movement Warrick allowed himself as Sienna moved from the bathroom toward the bedroom door. It hadn’t even been a half hour since he’d told her to go to sleep. Did she honestly think he was that stupid?
Dammit, he’d hoped he could trust her. Had decided to not force her to share a bed with him, because he’d told himself he could trust her.
Well he should’ve known better. Should’ve damn well remembered that Sienna had never exactly been the agreeable type. And if he’d learned one thing over the years, it was that you couldn’t trust some women farther than you could spit. And he’d be sure to thank Sienna for the reminder when he put a stop to whatever harebrained idea she’d talked herself into.
Where the hell did she think she was going? They were miles from a main road, and that main road wouldn’t be seeing much traffic this time of night anyway.
He could’ve grabbed her before she’d left the bedroom, but he was going to give her a little rope to hang herself with first, see just exactly what she thought she was going to do.
He waited, eyes closed and ears alert, until he heard the faint click of the front door opening and shutting. Then he was on his feet, moving swiftly and silently through the house after her.
In the darkness he kept his movements stealthy and stuck to the shadows.
A few minutes later he shook his head in dismay as he watched her start jogging—in her dress and heels, no less—toward the main road. His lips quirked in amusement and he was tempted to let her make it all the way there. The blisters might just be punishment enough.
But Sienna slowed down a moment later and he fell back, brows drawing together. Until he saw a familiar glow and heard the beeping of buttons on a cell
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