Page 27 of Forking the Billionaire

“Shhh.”

He actually shushed me. I stuck my tongue out at him.

He kept tweaking the thing, twisting it slowly.

“You’ve been watching too many spy movies,” I said, more amused by the sight than anything. I pulled my phone from my pocket and snapped a pic.

“I’ve watched just the right amount,” he said. “And that’s not where I picked this up.”

“Your practice is from in front of the mirror.” I mock twisted the air in front of my nips to tease him, feeling punchy from insomnia. I made the most ridiculous porn orgasm face I could. “Yes, Jasper. You’re one hot stud. You like it just like that? Yes you do, bad boy.”

A flash of light and a snap was all the warning I got before I spotted his phone in his hand. He’d taken a picture of me in the throes of fake passion.

I was mortified. Why had I done that? It was Jasper’s fault. He brought out the worst in me, a hidden antagonist that couldn’t help but make the stupidest choices, just to spark a reaction.

I dove for his phone with a battle cry.

He easily dodged, held his phone up in the air so high I’d have to climb him like a tree to reach it. Just for good measure, and definitely not touching him, I jumped to try.

“Blackmail means mutually assured destruction,” he said.

“No,” I said, righteous indignation coursing through my veins. “I have evidence of you committing a crime. All you have is me looking hot.”

He chuckled, the jerk.

“I will climb you,” I warned him.

With an unfair level of calm and cockiness he said, “You can try.”

I scowled.

That same dangerous grin he’d flashed in the hall crossed his face again. This time I wasn’t disarmed. I’d seen it, so I was immune to its stun effect. It only made me angrier.

This whole blackmail situation was completely unacceptable. No way could I let him hold something over me. I needed to do something drastic. I needed to tackle him and steal his phone. He left me no other choice.

With a pop, the locker swung open.

We both turned our attention to the open compartment. Inside were a pair of shoes and some photos hung up on the back with magnets. No glasses.

“It was unlocked the whole time,” I said.

“Nope.”

I tried the next one over. It was definitely locked. I pointed to the one I knew for sure couldn’t randomly pop open. “Prove it.”

“Gladly.”

I watched his hand move, and more importantly, the phone held in it. As soon as he put his phone back into his pocket, I’d snatch it and delete the incriminating photo, once more righting the balance of power between us.

I snapped my gaze back to Jasper’s face. His expression wasn’t even a smile anymore. The curl of his lips was too wicked to be classified in the smile family. It was supervillain level contempt, laced with a heavy dose of satisfaction at uncovering his prey’s weakness.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that,” he said.

Heat rose up into the tips of my ears.Play it cool.“See what?”

“You think you can catch me off guard and steal my phone.”

“What? Pshhh. That’s stupid. You’re stupid.”

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