Page 14 of Stitched Up in You
The cacophony of voices is like a crescendo when Mikael opens the door, but it comes to a startling halt, reminiscent of a record scratch, when I step inside.
“Here,” Mikael says, pulling out a desk chair and gesturing for me to sit at the computer while he hands me the folder.
“I don’t understand,” I start to say, completely confused at how they would immediately give me access to anything like this.
“I think you’ll be interested to see what’s in that file,” he says.
I flip through the pages and realize he’s right. If what this says is true, not only did I assist someone in hacking into Talbot, but they used my coding to make it look like I did it, after hijacking their system.
“I didn’t do this,” I blurt.
“Oh, we are fully aware. We need you to combat the leak and find all known locations of the company that did.” Mikael states, and I notice the gathering crowd of people moving to circle my new desk, obviously waiting to watch and see what I did.
“Shit,” I say, and sit back in the desk chair.
I take a cursory glance again and sweat begins to bead across my forehead. This is some really incriminating stuff, no wonder Frank is so pissed.
“Find out where they’re operating, and then you’re going to help us crack their system.”
“What?! No way, absolutely not,” I say, his idea absolutely ridiculous. I may have played around a few times infiltrating where I’m not supposed to, and I know I’m really good, better than most, but there’s no way in hell I am doing anything that could catch jail time. Well, more jail time, I’m pretty sure I would be locked away if Frank Stein ever let this get out. “I mean this with the utmost respect, but my hair will clash so hard with orange and jumpsuits are so out of style. I’d rather not.”
A cute brunette woman, her skin flawless and eyes kind, snickers over my shoulder, and I can’t help but return an answering grin. Another blonde peeks over a frosted cubicle wall and quirks her pretty brow.
Mikael’s expression transforms, a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes stretching across his tan face, just as he snaps his fingers, sending everyone rushing back to their workstations.
“Hey, you can’t just snap your fingers at people like that,” I say, outrage coloring my tone from where I sit.
“I suggest you remember exactly what is at stake here and get to work,” he replies coldly.
I drag a hand roughly through my hair, completely on edge and scared in more ways than one. If I do this, I can most certainly face prison. I look up into Mikael’s soulful brown eyes, but he quirks a brow as if to say,don’t test me.
Oh buddy, I am so testing.
“Where is Frank?” I ask, wanting to take my chances with the devil I know. I scoot the rolling desk chair closer to the black surface where the keyboard sits, wondering what kind of locking mechanism is on all of the doors in this place.
“Waiting for you to fucking get on with it before I lose my patience,” comes Frank’s cold voice directly behind me.
I lean back, pushing my chair obnoxiously until Frank’s pissy face is upside down and a grin pulls at the corners of my lips.
“Get out,” he says, in reply, the sharpness of his gaze and immobile features making it exceedingly clear he is not amused by my antics.
I smirk to myself and scramble to get up as his minions move to do his bidding, each one hustling toward the door.
“Not you,” he barks out.
Effectively stopping me from getting up from my desk, he crowds my chair, keeping me from escaping too. My gaze darts up to his and a sense of foreboding chases down my back.
“I’m taking lunch, then,” Mikael says, moving to grab a coat off the back of a computer chair. “The file groups are all labeled and alphabetized. Good luck, Miss Crenshaw,” he remarks.
Suddenly, Frank and I are alone.
I stare up at him, and as always, the sheer size of him has me wanting to bite my lip.I wonder if I will need climbing boots to mount him. A lusty feeling of warmth races through me, starting at my toes before tingling in my center, making my nipples harden in response. Maybe I really can get a chance to ride his dick before I escape. It has to be a miracle to see. Plus, nothing about him says ‘I get emotionally attached.’
He’s perfect.
Chapter 6
FRANK N. STEIN
