The Temptation Trap, Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire Club BBW Romance) by Alexa Wilder Page A
Authors: Alexa Wilder
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through my half-formed plans of a happy ending. Emma was guilty as hell, and I was going to have to turn her in. If Harper decided not to call in the police, and I was sure he probably wouldn’t, he’d undoubtedly end up forcing a huge payoff out of Emma. She’d be ruined, her brand new MBA worth nothing. She might be better off if Harper called the police. At least, she’d have a place to live in jail.
My gut burned. My breath was strangled in my chest. She’d started this well before we met, yet I still felt betrayed, felt as if Emma had stolen from me, sold me out, instead of Harper. All my ill-conceived plans to help her went out the window in the face of my anger. I wanted her to go down for what she’d done. She was a liar and a fucking criminal. She deserved everything that was coming to her.
From behind me, I heard the sound of her bedroom door opening. Guess she didn’t drink enough wine. I stayed where I was, fury coursing through my veins, waiting to see the look on her face when she realized she was caught.
I wasn’t disappointed. She stood at the end of the hall, wrapped in her faded pink robe, eyes wide open and terrified. Giving her my coldest stare, I got to my feet, pulled a pair of police-issue handcuffs from my pocket and dangled them from one finger.
“Game Over,” I said, and took a step forward, ready to catch her when she ran.
Book II
1
Emma
I stood at the end of the hall, frozen in place, my feet glued to the floor. Adam leaned over my laptop, the screen crowded with documents. I couldn't see the details, but I saw enough to know he was looking through the package of evidence I’d put together for Tierney. My mind spun, and I didn't know what to think. At first, I tried to convince myself that there was an innocent explanation for what he was doing.
Maybe he just wanted to check his email…
But that didn't make sense. Those documents had been well hidden and encrypted. The only way he was looking at them was if he'd been searching for them in the first place. Which meant I was in big trouble. Before I could decide what to do, Adam turned his head and saw me. At the cold rage in his dark eyes, my breath caught.
He stood, coming to his full height, his shoulders tight, eyes glacier cold. An air of menace filled my small apartment. I’d been so shocked at the sight of Adam pouring over my laptop, I hadn't registered that he might be a threat. I’d seen Adam in a lot of different moods since we'd met, but never this one. Never so cold. And never angry. Not like this. Without meaning to, I took a step back. I didn't know what he planned, but instinct told me I didn't want him coming anywhere near me when he was like this.
Adam reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, dangling them from one finger, held out as if offering a gift. Or a taunt. Handcuffs? Why did Adam have handcuffs?
There was too much I didn't understand. For months, I’d been in over my head. First with the unexpected promotion, then with the FBI. And finally, with Adam. Whatever was happening now was just a reminder that I’d been over my head with Adam from the beginning. I’d wondered what he was keeping from me. It looked like I was about to find out.
Adam took a step closer, his eyes focused on me, merciless and unrelenting. Like a blade, they sliced through me with rage and dismissal. He held his finger out, the shiny handcuffs rocking where they hung on his fingertip, and said, “Game over, Emma.”
He shifted his weight to the balls of his feet, as if ready to lunge. Still frozen in place, I fought my rising panic. What did he mean, Game Over? What game? As far as I could tell the only one of us playing a game was Adam. I was doing a job. And as long as he was between me and my laptop, all the work I’d put into that job could be in jeopardy.
"Adam, I don't think you understand," I said, backing up another step. He moved closer and I tensed, somehow knowing that running from
My gut burned. My breath was strangled in my chest. She’d started this well before we met, yet I still felt betrayed, felt as if Emma had stolen from me, sold me out, instead of Harper. All my ill-conceived plans to help her went out the window in the face of my anger. I wanted her to go down for what she’d done. She was a liar and a fucking criminal. She deserved everything that was coming to her.
From behind me, I heard the sound of her bedroom door opening. Guess she didn’t drink enough wine. I stayed where I was, fury coursing through my veins, waiting to see the look on her face when she realized she was caught.
I wasn’t disappointed. She stood at the end of the hall, wrapped in her faded pink robe, eyes wide open and terrified. Giving her my coldest stare, I got to my feet, pulled a pair of police-issue handcuffs from my pocket and dangled them from one finger.
“Game Over,” I said, and took a step forward, ready to catch her when she ran.
Book II
1
Emma
I stood at the end of the hall, frozen in place, my feet glued to the floor. Adam leaned over my laptop, the screen crowded with documents. I couldn't see the details, but I saw enough to know he was looking through the package of evidence I’d put together for Tierney. My mind spun, and I didn't know what to think. At first, I tried to convince myself that there was an innocent explanation for what he was doing.
Maybe he just wanted to check his email…
But that didn't make sense. Those documents had been well hidden and encrypted. The only way he was looking at them was if he'd been searching for them in the first place. Which meant I was in big trouble. Before I could decide what to do, Adam turned his head and saw me. At the cold rage in his dark eyes, my breath caught.
He stood, coming to his full height, his shoulders tight, eyes glacier cold. An air of menace filled my small apartment. I’d been so shocked at the sight of Adam pouring over my laptop, I hadn't registered that he might be a threat. I’d seen Adam in a lot of different moods since we'd met, but never this one. Never so cold. And never angry. Not like this. Without meaning to, I took a step back. I didn't know what he planned, but instinct told me I didn't want him coming anywhere near me when he was like this.
Adam reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, dangling them from one finger, held out as if offering a gift. Or a taunt. Handcuffs? Why did Adam have handcuffs?
There was too much I didn't understand. For months, I’d been in over my head. First with the unexpected promotion, then with the FBI. And finally, with Adam. Whatever was happening now was just a reminder that I’d been over my head with Adam from the beginning. I’d wondered what he was keeping from me. It looked like I was about to find out.
Adam took a step closer, his eyes focused on me, merciless and unrelenting. Like a blade, they sliced through me with rage and dismissal. He held his finger out, the shiny handcuffs rocking where they hung on his fingertip, and said, “Game over, Emma.”
He shifted his weight to the balls of his feet, as if ready to lunge. Still frozen in place, I fought my rising panic. What did he mean, Game Over? What game? As far as I could tell the only one of us playing a game was Adam. I was doing a job. And as long as he was between me and my laptop, all the work I’d put into that job could be in jeopardy.
"Adam, I don't think you understand," I said, backing up another step. He moved closer and I tensed, somehow knowing that running from
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