Page 64 of Fight or Flight
I lift my hands in mock surrender. “Don’t shoot the messenger. I’m here to tell you what the fuck is going on, remember?”
“It’s easy for you to make jokes when you’re not the one who’s been kept in the dark about everything.” His eyes flash with anger, and some of the restlessness that’s been growing inside me settles.
For some reason, Shane’s anger calms mine, and there’s something that’s just so damn satisfying about working him up and getting a rise out of him.
“Who’s making jokes?” I ask innocently and drop my hands. “I’m just telling you I can’t fill you in on what’s going on if you don’t stop trying to pick a fight with me every time I open my mouth.”
His cheeks and neck flush red, and he balls his hands into tight fists at his sides. “You don’t think I have a reason to be pissed?”
“I didn’t say that,” I tell him. “I’m just saying that I’m not the one who’s kept you in the dark, so I’m not the one you should be pissed at.” I break out my trademark smirk-smile. “But you can if you want. I’m a big fan of how you deal with your anger when I’m around.”
His answering glare is withering. “Get to the point or get the fuck out.”
“So touchy tonight,” I say with a grin, but before he can get his panties in anymore of a bunch, I fill him in on what’s happened since Myles told us about the files.
I keep a few things to myself, like just how involved I was in hacking the Kings’ system and some of the more personal details about what Myles went through, but I tell him pretty much everything else.
His eyes are as wide as saucers when I finish, and he blinks at me for a few seconds, like he’s trying to absorb what I told him.
“Jesus,” he mutters. “Wait, have youseenthe files?”
“Yes.”
“Have you seen the ones that are about me?”
“I have.”
“Are you going to tell me what’s on them?” he asks, shooting me an annoyed look when I don’t elaborate.
I roll my shoulders in a shrug. I have every intention of telling him, but it’s more fun to mess with him a bit first.
“Really? You’re not going to tell me?” he asks angrily. “What do you want? Will you tell me if I blow you? Or are you going to hold this over my head like when you said you’d keep this”—he waves between us—“a secret and finally get my ass like you’ve been wanting?”
“Tempting.” I look him up and down. “But remember what I said before? I don’t have to trick you into getting on your knees for me or blackmail you into offering your ass.” I slowly drag my teeth over my bottom lip.
Shane’s eyes track the move, and I don’t miss the flare of heat in them as he swallows hard.
“You’ll be begging me for both soon enough.”
My words seem to shake him out of his daze, and he resumes glaring at me. “Not happening.”
“We’ll see.”
“Are you going to tell me what’s in the file?” he snaps. “Or are you going to get the fuck out before I make you?”
“Make me? Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“Get the fuck out.” He points at his door.
“I thought you wanted to know what’s in your file?”
Shane crosses the distance between us and grabs the front of my sweater. I don’t fight him as he swings me around and shoves me toward the door.
My back hits the wall beside the door frame, and I huff out a laugh. “You missed.”
“Did I?” Leaning against me, he uses his weight to pin me to the wall.
“I think you did. You told me to get out, but the door is there.” I tick my chin to my right. “And I’m still very much inside your room, so yeah, you missed.”
