Page 9 of Devious Secrets

If someone gave her the layout of the club, I need to know who it is. Even more so if they were aware of the auction tonight.

“Who gave you the information?” I ask.

“I swear. No one. I… I saw someone go in the service entrance and I figured I’d try that way. Really. Just a lucky guess.” There’s a hesitation in her voice.

She’s obviously covering up for whoever actually sent her here. No one has that much luck to show up on an auction night, get past security and find an unused uniform, then magically locate my office and just happen to find the vault behind the books. But whoever she’s protecting must frighten her more than me, or she’s extremely good at playing the naive girl.

“You can get up.” I step away from her, watching as she slides off the desk. Her hair falls over her face as she works her pants and panties back up over her hips.

“You’re an asshole.” She turns her fiery eyes on me.

Watching a grown man get his finger broken must not have affected her the way I thought it would. She seems to have forgotten all about it already.

“You’re stubborn. You could have told me that at the start and avoided this.” I fold my arms over my chest. “Unless there’s more to it?”

I narrow my gaze, watching her expression. Liars have tells. I just need to find hers.

“No.” She shakes her hair out of her face, wiping away a strand that gets stuck in a tear track. Again, I wonder how sweet her tears must taste.

“Then why not just come clean?”

Her gaze slides to the book on the desk, just out of her reach.

“I need something to take back.”

Brave, stubborn girl.

“No.” I pick up the book. “You can go back empty-handed.”

I’m still not buying the sorority bullshit, but if she wants to keep up the pretense, fine. She didn’t get anything, and the auction downstairs is going to be starting soon.

“I can’t.” Her jaw tightens.

I glance at the box she had in her hands when she was caught. Why that box?

“How do you know Dexter Thompson? Do you work for him?”

“I don’t know him. Like I said, I just needed something, anything.”

“So, you found the cabinet hidden behind the books… You could have just taken something from the desk,” I point out.

“I… I was pulling a book out when the thing opened. I was just being curious when I grabbed the box.”

I arch an eyebrow.

“You know what happened to the kitten who got too curious.”

She pales. “It was just a prank.”

“Prank’s over, then,” I say firmly. “If I ever see you here again, though, Megan Reed, understand things will be much worse for you than just a little hand spanking.”

She raises her chin.

“Not even a stapler?”

She maintains her glare, even with her eyes still shimmering from the tears spilling from the spanking I gave her. There’s still fear in her eyes, but she’s pushing through it. Determined to get what she came for.

Impressive.

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