Page 6 of The Beast's Baby
“There are cameras everywhere,” he pointed out.
“So?” There was a suddenly wicked gleam in her eye that made his cock respond in unprofessional ways. He wondered what it would be like to tilt her over and take her on the couch with his colleagues and boss watching.
He wouldn’t be able to, that much he was certain of.
“It won’t work,” he said, looking at the first needle, inspecting it for any flaws and finding none.
She was seated in front of him, compliant this time, but he wondered if it might change in a second. Would that wild thing from the day before come out again, the one that was screaming and tearing to be free? If it did, what would he do? Would he let it have its way with him on the couch if the choice was out of his hands and he was merely responding to arousal with arousal?
Wow, she was really getting to him. He couldn’t seem to get sex off his mind. She needed to stop moving the way she was. Crossing her legs; correcting her swell of hair and moving it behind one shoulder, pouting her lips ever so slightly. Her gaze was steady, cock-sure, as though she knew he wanted her. Most men probably did.
“How many times have you played this game?” he asked.
“What game?” she retorted.
“This batting of your eyelashes, making your whole body seem like a wonderland game that’s meant to make me fall on my knees,” he replied.
“Oh, please,” she smiled. “Don’t think so highly of yourself.”
“I’m not,” he said evenly. “It’s a good strategy. Seduce the nerd, break free, escape. Sound about right?”
A momentary cloud passed across her face and then she smiled again, shaking her head at him. “Absolutely not,” she lied. And now that he had put words to what she was doing it was obvious to him that she was lying. He suddenly felt the urge to press the button and have her pinned down again. Only this time he’d add restraints and make them tie her to her bed for a few days. That should ready her for Phase Two, shouldn’t it?
He was surprised at the vivid imagery in his head, at the thought entering at all. It was so unlike him. He didn’t crave violence, and he certainly had never been violent in the bedroom. Perhaps he’d wondered what it would be like to… assert himself a bit more, but he’d never… Not in the bedroom, anyway. He could stand up for himself well enough. He’d had to learn how to at a very early age.
He swallowed again, gathering his thoughts together. It was this place, this situation. It was doing things to him. He just needed to get a grip.
He leaned forward, glancing up at the camera in the corner of the room, letting them know that he knew he was breaking protocol and hoping they would agree he had every reason to do so.
He focused back on her. “You are part of something greater than you can even fathom,” he said. “Your blood is helping to heal sick cells. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
She stared at him as though paralyzed, the revelation taking hold. “You’re doing what?” she asked.
“We’re creating a cure for any ailment,” he said. “That’s why you’re stuck in this room. That’s why you’re so closely monitored, and that’s why you can’t be let out of this room. It’s not anything that’s been aimed at you. You’re not the target or the victim here. You’re the hero. What you’re sacrificing by staying confined is heroic. You understand? We’re taking good care of you, aren’t we? You have everything you need.”
“I don’t have any sunlight,” she remarked.
“But you will,” he said. “At the end of it you will have everything. And you’ll have part of the glory as well if you decide to wave the anonymous clause and step into the limelight. Book deals, movie deal, a Netflix series—you name it, you’ll have access to it. A lifetime cashflow simply because you were here, at the very start of this new world we’ll step into. Thanks to you.”
She swallowed, staring at him in a way he couldn’t interpret. Was it awe, was it fear of the unknown? A little bit of both?
Then she suddenly smiled. It grew wider until she was chuckling. Finally, she threw her head back and laughed. “Are you kidding?” she asked, pressing a hand against her mouth to stifle the attack of mirth. “Please, tell me you’re kidding.”
“I’m absolutely not kidding,” he promised.
“That’s what you think this is?” she asked. “Seriously? That’s what they’ve told you and you believe it?”
He was growing increasingly confused about exactly what she meant, but it was her turn to lean forward, glancing up at the camera in the corner before looking back at him. “I have been locked in here against my will for nearly a month, Jay. I was lied to when I signed that contract because omitting most of the truth is the same as fucking lying, in my book. And you sit there and you think that they haven’t done the same thing to you to get you in here, you poor sap? Are you serious?”
He couldn’t keep his glare down. “You don’t know how wrong you are,” he said, growing truly aggrieved with her now that she was being entirely unreasonable.
It was an honor to be where she was, and if she couldn’t recognize it, then he was done doing her favors. He was putting his neck on the line for her, to bring her into the fold, and she was still writhing against it.
He reached out a hand, patiently waiting for her to move her arm so that he could clasp her wrist. He needed this act of submission from her. He wasn’t going to put a needle through her skin without knowing she would comply.
She hesitated, but finally relented, offering her arm but looking away from him.
Good. It was better that way. They should go back to the silence that had hung between them for the previous month like a clothing line full of drying sheets. There was no point disturbing that silence when it was filling its function.
