Page 10 of Devious Secrets

“Show them my handprints on your ass.” I pull my phone out from my inside pocket of my suit jacket, tapping out an order for a car to be brought to the back entrance of the wing.

I grab her elbow and half drag her to the door. Just touching her makes me want to throw her over the desk again. Not to spank her this time, but to find out if her pussy is as wet as my dick is hard.

She tries to tug out of my grasp as I pull her down the corridor, but she’s no match for my strength.

Harold waits for me in the foyer when we exit the corridor through a proper door.

“Is the car ready?” I ask.

“Yes.” His gaze quickly flickers to her but returns to me immediately.

A thunderous bout of clapping comes from down the staircase, and she turns to look.

“What’s going on down there?” she questions, keeping up with me but barely. “The other guy said there was an auction. What is that?”

I grit my teeth.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with. You’re going home.” I throw open the back door and get her down the stairs to the waiting car without letting her fall on her face.

The driver has the back door open when we approach.

“Get in.”

“I have my own car.” She tries to get loose again.

“It will be dropped off. Get in.” I jerk my chin to the car. “Unless you need more convincing that doing what I say the first time I say is the best course of action? Maybe Igor can clarify things for you?”

She purses her lips together.

“Get in.” I put three fingers up in the air. “You have three seconds, and then Dominic here is going to have some entertainment.”

Her cheeks flush.

“Fuck you.” She climbs into the car. “You don’t even know which car is mine—” I slam the door on her words.

“Take her home and make sure she goes inside,” I instruct Dominic. “Then park and get comfortable. I want eyes on her tonight. If she leaves, you follow. If anyone shows up, I want you to find out who it is. Understand?”

If she was trying to get information for someone, they’ll most likely try to contact her tonight. Or she’ll try to meet with them.

“You got it, boss.” He tips his head, then hurries around the car to get inside.

Megan Reed glares out the window at me as the car pulls away. Once the car makes its way down the alley, I turn to head back inside.

Yuri runs down the steps, worry wrinkling his expression.

“Is she gone?” He stares down the drive.

“What’s wrong?”

“I checked the box before I put it back. The drive is gone.” He shoves his hand through his hair.

“What drive?” My teeth snap as I clench my jaw.

“The little flash drive with everything we had on Dexter Thompson. It’s gone.”

She gave in so easily. Went into the car with such little fight.

I thought she’d finally learned her lesson.

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