you sold the information to. I want contact information, names, companies, titles if you know them and if you don’t, guess based on your conversations. I also want every single piece of e-mail or digital communication you’ve had with your contacts.” With that, he shoved a note pad towards her, slapping his pen down on top of it.
Wyndi glared at the man who had held her so tenderly only hours ago. What had happened? Why was he doing this? And then she looked at her laptop. It was laying there, so innocuously and yet it was obviously the bone of contention between the two of them.
A smarter woman might tell him what he wanted to know. But he’d basically kidnapped her, accused her of a horrible crime and was now debating her future without hearing any of the evidence. Unfortunately, she had a horrible stubborn streak inside of her, one that wouldn’t allow her to give him what he was asking for simply because he was being a horrible human being.
If he’d found the evidence back at her apartment and asked her about it, she might have given him at least part of the story. She couldn’t ever tell him all of it. She had to protect her brother until she knew what had happened to him. Royston had been more stubborn and defiant than she had ever been and Wyndi was afraid he might have gone down the wrong path. The possibility that he had died was not something she would even consider. She had to continue to hope that he was out there. And if he was in trouble, she would fix it for him. Somehow, some way, she was going to get her family back together, even if it was only the two of them.
She picked up the note pad and the pen, glaring at him the whole time. She could tell from the look in his eyes that he was expecting a long, detailed list. He even shifted in his chair, looking like he was some sort of king about to bestow a favor upon one of his subjects. Well, he might be a horrible royal to some kingdom or another, but she didn’t care any longer. She refused to care because he hadn’t trusted her. She’d given him her body and he’d returned that gift with distrust and kidnapping.
Tamar glared at her, surprised when she actually picked up the note pad and started writing. But he knew she hadn’t been completely honest when she handed it back only seconds later. He held her eyes for a long moment, trying to figure out her game. When he looked down at what she’d written, he had to admit that his previous thought was wrong. The fury that exploded inside of him as he read the words, “Go to hell!” exploded into a white-hot flame. His previous assumption that he’d never been so angry was surpassed by the intensity of what he was feeling now.
And she simply sat there, glaring back at him as if she hadn’t just lit the fuse of his temper. But with merciless self-discipline, he contained the raging inferno. Calmly and with great care, he set the pad down on the table beside him and contemplated the beauty sitting in front of him so defiantly. “You don’t want to test me, my dear. You have no idea who you are dealing with.”
Her chin went up another notch and she fought back the tears, refusing to give in to the release until she was alone. “Oh, I do though. I’m sitting across from the worst excuse for a man I’ve ever met.”
At this point, she would have walked away, tried to find some way to exit the area but since they were on a plane, there was no place to go. So she sat there, crossing her arms across her chest and glaring right back at him.
She breathed a sigh of relief when a phone on the table next to him rang. He continued to stare at her as he picked it up and answered it. Unfortunately, she had no idea what he was saying since he was using that other language. So she had to just sit there, trying to figure out how to extricate herself from this nightmare.
He ended one call and was about to speak but a lovely flight attendant stepped out of the front. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Your
Wyndi glared at the man who had held her so tenderly only hours ago. What had happened? Why was he doing this? And then she looked at her laptop. It was laying there, so innocuously and yet it was obviously the bone of contention between the two of them.
A smarter woman might tell him what he wanted to know. But he’d basically kidnapped her, accused her of a horrible crime and was now debating her future without hearing any of the evidence. Unfortunately, she had a horrible stubborn streak inside of her, one that wouldn’t allow her to give him what he was asking for simply because he was being a horrible human being.
If he’d found the evidence back at her apartment and asked her about it, she might have given him at least part of the story. She couldn’t ever tell him all of it. She had to protect her brother until she knew what had happened to him. Royston had been more stubborn and defiant than she had ever been and Wyndi was afraid he might have gone down the wrong path. The possibility that he had died was not something she would even consider. She had to continue to hope that he was out there. And if he was in trouble, she would fix it for him. Somehow, some way, she was going to get her family back together, even if it was only the two of them.
She picked up the note pad and the pen, glaring at him the whole time. She could tell from the look in his eyes that he was expecting a long, detailed list. He even shifted in his chair, looking like he was some sort of king about to bestow a favor upon one of his subjects. Well, he might be a horrible royal to some kingdom or another, but she didn’t care any longer. She refused to care because he hadn’t trusted her. She’d given him her body and he’d returned that gift with distrust and kidnapping.
Tamar glared at her, surprised when she actually picked up the note pad and started writing. But he knew she hadn’t been completely honest when she handed it back only seconds later. He held her eyes for a long moment, trying to figure out her game. When he looked down at what she’d written, he had to admit that his previous thought was wrong. The fury that exploded inside of him as he read the words, “Go to hell!” exploded into a white-hot flame. His previous assumption that he’d never been so angry was surpassed by the intensity of what he was feeling now.
And she simply sat there, glaring back at him as if she hadn’t just lit the fuse of his temper. But with merciless self-discipline, he contained the raging inferno. Calmly and with great care, he set the pad down on the table beside him and contemplated the beauty sitting in front of him so defiantly. “You don’t want to test me, my dear. You have no idea who you are dealing with.”
Her chin went up another notch and she fought back the tears, refusing to give in to the release until she was alone. “Oh, I do though. I’m sitting across from the worst excuse for a man I’ve ever met.”
At this point, she would have walked away, tried to find some way to exit the area but since they were on a plane, there was no place to go. So she sat there, crossing her arms across her chest and glaring right back at him.
She breathed a sigh of relief when a phone on the table next to him rang. He continued to stare at her as he picked it up and answered it. Unfortunately, she had no idea what he was saying since he was using that other language. So she had to just sit there, trying to figure out how to extricate herself from this nightmare.
He ended one call and was about to speak but a lovely flight attendant stepped out of the front. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Your
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