The Temptation Trap, Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire Club BBW Romance) by Alexa Wilder Page B
Authors: Alexa Wilder
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him was not a good idea.
"I understand just fine," he said, his voice hard. "I understand that you're a thief and a liar."
A thief and a liar? I wasn't the one who was lying.
"You don’t know what you're talking about," I said, getting desperate as he took another step closer. "I'm not a thief and I’ve never lied to you."
"You're lying to me right now." Adam opened the handcuffs, ready to slap them on my wrist at the first opportunity. My stomach turned to ice. I’m fairly tall for a woman and in decent shape, but I was no match for Adam. If he wanted to get the handcuffs on me, he would. My mind raced, searching for a solution to Adam’s unexpected threat. What did I know that could help me?
I knew Adam wasn't who he said he was because the Adam I knew had no reason to go looking for encrypted files on my laptop.
I also knew that Adam thought I was someone I wasn't because he’d called me a thief and a liar. I knew I was neither.
Third, I knew that those handcuffs implied he planned to take me somewhere. I had no intention of leaving my apartment with him, but the fourth thing I knew was that he was bigger and stronger than me. The look in his eyes indicated that he didn't care what I wanted, I was going to do whatever he wanted me to do.
Every muscle tense, my eyes locked on Adam, I considered my options. The best scenario was that I could get both myself and my laptop away from Adam. Either of those things seemed unlikely to happen at this point. The next best option was to escape long enough to put on some clothes because I had no intention of going anywhere as I was, naked beneath my thin pink robe.
I couldn't get past Adam, but maybe I could get back into my bedroom and lock the door. That would buy me time to get dressed. Breathing a silent prayer of thanks that I’d managed to copy and send out a backup of the data before I came home that evening, I took a deep breath, whirled on the balls of my feet, and dove down the hall and into my bedroom. I slammed the door and turned the almost useless lock in the handle just as the wood shuddered under the impact of Adam's body.
He went straight for the handle, which refused to turn. Before I did anything else, I grabbed the wooden chair at my vanity and jammed it under the door handle at an angle. I had no idea if that would really keep the door shut, but I’d seen it in movies, and it was the best option I had because there was no way I could drag my dresser across the room to block the door before Adam broke it down.
Tossing off my pink robe, I quickly pulled on underwear, jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweater. They were weekend clothes, more comfortable than stylish, but I wasn’t worried about looking good. I didn't bother to brush my hair, just pulled it up into a messy bun. As long as I had a ponytail holder I could do something better with it later if I had the chance. Tugging on my socks, I shoved my feet into a pair of sneakers and tried to figure out what to do next.
The door handle rattled, then gave a hard jerk before it stopped moving. He must have let go. A second later the door shuddered again in its frame. I imagined Adam throwing his shoulder into it, determined to get through.
My apartment wasn’t luxurious, but the place wasn’t cheap either and it was fairly well built. Looked like the chair under the door handle trick worked. At least, it was working for now. I had no illusions that it was a viable long term solution. Adam wanted me out of this bedroom and he would eventually get what he wanted. I had to come up with a plan.
Nothing was coming to mind. Randomly, I wished I’d listened to my mother and bought a fire escape ladder for my bedroom. My mother was always convinced that disaster lurked just around the corner. She had fire escape ladders in all of her second story bedrooms, just in case a fire should break out while they were sleeping. She’d told me I should get one since my apartment was on the third floor, but I’d thought
"I understand just fine," he said, his voice hard. "I understand that you're a thief and a liar."
A thief and a liar? I wasn't the one who was lying.
"You don’t know what you're talking about," I said, getting desperate as he took another step closer. "I'm not a thief and I’ve never lied to you."
"You're lying to me right now." Adam opened the handcuffs, ready to slap them on my wrist at the first opportunity. My stomach turned to ice. I’m fairly tall for a woman and in decent shape, but I was no match for Adam. If he wanted to get the handcuffs on me, he would. My mind raced, searching for a solution to Adam’s unexpected threat. What did I know that could help me?
I knew Adam wasn't who he said he was because the Adam I knew had no reason to go looking for encrypted files on my laptop.
I also knew that Adam thought I was someone I wasn't because he’d called me a thief and a liar. I knew I was neither.
Third, I knew that those handcuffs implied he planned to take me somewhere. I had no intention of leaving my apartment with him, but the fourth thing I knew was that he was bigger and stronger than me. The look in his eyes indicated that he didn't care what I wanted, I was going to do whatever he wanted me to do.
Every muscle tense, my eyes locked on Adam, I considered my options. The best scenario was that I could get both myself and my laptop away from Adam. Either of those things seemed unlikely to happen at this point. The next best option was to escape long enough to put on some clothes because I had no intention of going anywhere as I was, naked beneath my thin pink robe.
I couldn't get past Adam, but maybe I could get back into my bedroom and lock the door. That would buy me time to get dressed. Breathing a silent prayer of thanks that I’d managed to copy and send out a backup of the data before I came home that evening, I took a deep breath, whirled on the balls of my feet, and dove down the hall and into my bedroom. I slammed the door and turned the almost useless lock in the handle just as the wood shuddered under the impact of Adam's body.
He went straight for the handle, which refused to turn. Before I did anything else, I grabbed the wooden chair at my vanity and jammed it under the door handle at an angle. I had no idea if that would really keep the door shut, but I’d seen it in movies, and it was the best option I had because there was no way I could drag my dresser across the room to block the door before Adam broke it down.
Tossing off my pink robe, I quickly pulled on underwear, jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweater. They were weekend clothes, more comfortable than stylish, but I wasn’t worried about looking good. I didn't bother to brush my hair, just pulled it up into a messy bun. As long as I had a ponytail holder I could do something better with it later if I had the chance. Tugging on my socks, I shoved my feet into a pair of sneakers and tried to figure out what to do next.
The door handle rattled, then gave a hard jerk before it stopped moving. He must have let go. A second later the door shuddered again in its frame. I imagined Adam throwing his shoulder into it, determined to get through.
My apartment wasn’t luxurious, but the place wasn’t cheap either and it was fairly well built. Looked like the chair under the door handle trick worked. At least, it was working for now. I had no illusions that it was a viable long term solution. Adam wanted me out of this bedroom and he would eventually get what he wanted. I had to come up with a plan.
Nothing was coming to mind. Randomly, I wished I’d listened to my mother and bought a fire escape ladder for my bedroom. My mother was always convinced that disaster lurked just around the corner. She had fire escape ladders in all of her second story bedrooms, just in case a fire should break out while they were sleeping. She’d told me I should get one since my apartment was on the third floor, but I’d thought
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