Page 33 of Corrupt Game

That voice. Sultry, even when she cursed me. Others might not think so, but it did something to me. I wanted to listen to her say absolutely anything, even if it was to curse me out for her situation.

Fairly certain that she wouldn’t give in and say she wanted out, I watched, fascinated.

She was trying to think ahead of what I had prepared for. Her determination to outmaneuver me, her sheer strength of will, was intriguing. I never had a woman want to put me in my place so much. It wouldn’t work, but watching her try was more than I could’ve ever hoped for.

As I watched her walk around the room in the dark, touching things. She began reacquainting herself with the room shroudedin darkness. Learning to make sure that she wouldn’t run into furniture.

When the room was first built, I’d had it fitted with the top of the line night vision cameras. My company created our own version, and I was able to watch her while at work. A quick glance at any monitor at any given time, would give me her whereabouts and what she was doing.

She wouldn’t be able to see a thing because there wasn’t a hint of light in the entire room. I would be able to watch her every move and reaction.

People would call my actions stalking. I just looked at it as protecting my assets. My investments were important to me, and I needed to make sure that nothing went wrong. Collette would be a unique type of addition to my company, once properly trained. I just hoped that I’d made a good choice when I’d had her sign those papers.

Owning my own company that produced cameras, night vision technology had its own benefits.

If for unforeseeable circumstances anyone asked why this room exited, I could always tell them I was testing the product. It didn’t hurt that I had enough money to buy whatever type of technology I wanted.

She spent the next minutes searching for anything I’d missed. It wasn’t desperate, more like wanting to win this portion of our match.

Not one little spark of light was present. I’d been very thorough.

I chuckled when she tried to create a static charge by dragging her feet across the floor.

Desperate for something to show me she had outsmarted me.

We’d constructed the entire room with an electrostatic dissipative material. There would be no sparks from her feet. Her frantic gestures made me realize there was something about the darkness that bothered her.

Seriously upset her. If I wasn’t invested in bending her to my will, then I might have been more concerned for her mental state.

Instead, I made a note of it to contemplate later and how I could use it as a possible tool in the future.

“What in the fracking, fucking, hell, are you playing at, Holdt?” she screamed at me as she realized I wasn’t going to turn the lights back on and she would have to stay in the darkness.

After about ten minutes of walking around, kicking the furniture, feeling her way through the room multiple times, she sank to the sofa.

Collette seemed to pause and regather herself. Deep breaths continued until her breathing calmed, returning to normal.

She put up her feet and sat staring into the darkness as if it wasn’t going to bother her anymore. As if she could handle it now. The change was so drastic from her fear and anxiety only moments before that I realized she was going to be quite a handful, unlike any of the other women who had screamed, cried and pouted about it for days.

There was something about her that was different. I needed more information.

“Rossi,” I called, and he appeared at my side. “Have we found any more information on her background yet?”

“Only that she was in the foster care system for her entire childhood. It appears that she was in quite a few different homesover the years, but finally found a stable one in her early-teens. They allowed her to stay when they didn’t normally keep children older than toddlers on a long-term basis.”

“No connections to me that we know of?”

I spun in my chair to face him, ignoring the monitors for the moment.

“None, sir. I’ll continue to look. I’ve put an investigator on her whereabouts, but there’s not much information on her before she went to college.”

“How did you get the information on her foster homes?”

“I didn’t. It was included in an essay she wrote for college. Those juvenile files are sealed, and without committing a bunch of illegal activities, I wasn’t sure you wanted me to go that route yet.” Rossi stood with his arms crossed.

Temptation batted at me to say ‘the hell with it, get me what I needed to know’, but I held off. “No, for now, let’s keep it all legal. I am curious, though. It may be why she has that hard shell around her very lush body.”

“Anything else?”

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