Page 23 of Devious Secrets

“No.” I shake my head a little, readjusting my seat to take off some of the pressure from my bladder. “By the time I noticed it was for me, there wasn’t anyone else around. The floor was empty.”

“And what did it say?”

I squeeze my legs together. “Let me use the bathroom, and I’ll tell you.”

“Tell me and you can use the restroom. Otherwise.” He lowers his gaze at the bucket again.

I hate this man.

“I don’t remember exactly. There was a phone number. When I called it, I was given directions for what was needed and the amount I would be paid when I delivered the drive.” I speed up my answers. “I have no idea who it was. He used one of those automated voice concealer things. He said directions on where to drop the drive would be delivered if I chose to take the job.”

“Why you?”

“I have no idea.” I laugh. “It made no sense to me either, but I needed the money.” Need it still, but I’m not going into that with him.

“Do you still have the paper?” he asks.

“At home. Yes. You can have it. I don’t care. Just let me go.” Maybe I can beg Marco to give me more time. Maybe he’ll take pity.

He hasn’t so far, but desperation is messing with my mind. If it was only my life on the line, maybe I could take the risk. But there’s more than me to worry about.

Moments tick by with his dark stare getting more unsettling as it stretches on.

Finally, he shoves off the door and yanks it open.

“There’s a bathroom at the end of the hall. There’s also a shower, towels, and a change of clothes.”

In too great a need for the bathroom to ask any questions, I run from the room, past the guard who undoubtedly heard everything, and head straight for the bathroom.

Once I’m done, when I’m clean and dressed, I’ll find a way out of here.

And then a way to fix the mess I’ve made of my life.

Ishouldn’t have fucking touched her.

It hadn’t been my plan. I was supposed to go in there, threaten her, and make her tell me what I wanted to know.

The fact she hadn’t used the washroom since I dumped her in the tower room at my estate was something to be used against her. All it did was probably make her orgasm more intense.

Touching her was reckless. Making her come? That was the real mistake.

She’s too relaxed now. Sitting beside me in my car, not in the trunk, but next to me wearing the light-blue sundress one of the housekeepers found for her to wear, distracting me even more with those full fucking thighs on display.

The dress is too fucking short and too tight, but my last attempt at a normal life hadn’t left a lot of clothing behind when she walked out. I don’t even remember this damn dress. It’s something a milkmaid would wear with the rounded neckline pulled tight with a drawstring, and the sleeves have some poof to them.

Even if I could remember the dress, I doubt it looked this good on anyone else. My knuckles whiten as I grip the steering wheel tighter. This isn’t a hookup for me to be drooling over. She’s a danger. Possibly to my family and definitely to herself.

“You can let me out on the corner. It will be easier than trying to park,” she says, tugging at the hem of the dress.

“I’m parking.” I pull around the corner from her apartment and find a spot.

“Is my car here?” she asks after I’ve maneuvered into the spot. “I don’t see it on the street.”

“Your car had a flat tire. It’s being fixed and will be brought over tomorrow night.” I throw open my door and climb out. Her door pops open before I round the trunk.

Noticing me glaring at her, she looks down at herself, then back at me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I reach around her and shut the door, hitting my fob to lock it. Though, in this neighborhood, I doubt a car alarm would stop anyone from doing whatever the hell they wanted to it.

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