Page 6 of Pick Yourself Up
Another error. This one wasn’t even on purpose.
Rocky-wanna-be leaned closer. “Third strike and you’re out.”
Amber closed her eyes briefly and took a breath. Creep Three moved in closer, and her gaze flew to him. He was just as huge and as terrifying as the first two.
But behind him, she glimpsed movement. The door to the stairwell eased open. Not much. But enough for her to see a man peeking through. When he realized she’d spotted him, he shook his head.
Hoping not to alert the men, she let her gaze roam over the entire space while she shook her fingers out.
“Quit stalling, bitch. Log in or take the first bullet.”
Amber rolled her lips together tightly and slowly input her credentials.
When the screen changed, she sighed in relief.
The screen flashed, bringing her to the security screen.
Security alert. Management credentials required.
She’d done it correctly. They couldn’t get into the system.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
She looked at the man who’d growled the question. “It means the computer has shut down and that I can’t get into it.”
Rocky swore and backhanded her again. No one stopped her, and she slumped to the floor.
She’d landed facing the stairwell door and locked eyes with the man on the other side. Steady dark eyes that emanated anger.
Not at her.
She wasn’t sure how she knew, but she did. He wasn’t part of the crew trying to get to Brandon Wells. He was going to help. Or get help. She had to stall for time.
Hands hauled her up and shoved her against the wall. “Who else onsite can log in?”
Amber gulped in breaths. “No one. I’m the only one here. It’s after the busy check-in time, so I’m the only one.”
“Bullshit.”
“It’s true. It’s a boutique hotel, not one of the major chains. We have a small staff. I’m the only one here who can access guest information.”
The third man rebooted the computer. “Let me try to access things.”
She watched as he did things she didn’t understand. She could run the programs well, but she didn’t have a clue how to program the computer itself.
The man’s fingers flew over the keys, and then he frowned at her. “What the fuck did you do?”
She flinched as the second man shoved his forearm across her throat, stopping her from getting a full breath. “I logged in. That’s all. You watched me.”
He grunted and turned back to the keyboard.
Rocky swore again and slammed his fist onto the desk. “Knock her out. We’ll take the elevator and start at the top. The prick probably has the top floor.”
Which was true.
The man holding her banged her against the wall again and then strode to the elevator and pushed the button. The light above indicated ‘L’ for lobby, but the doors remained closed.
Rocky aimed his gun at her stomach. “Why won’t the elevator open?”
