Page 84 of Risks of Temptation
Ezra turns to me. "Malin—"
"If I have to come do it myself, there will be consequences. Now fold your hands and hold them straight out."
He obeys.
"Emilia, tape them together tightly."
She glances at me, but then turns back and does it.
"Now put the tape around him and the chair."
"Malin—"
"Shut up, Ezra. I'm in charge. You speak when I tell you to speak."
Emilia secures his body, and I say, "Now tape his calves to the legs of the chair.
She does it.
When she finishes, I step closer. "Where are the folders?"
"What folders?" he asks.
"Don't play dumb. Emilia, finish looking through the drawer." I take a moment to assess if she is okay, but other than her earlier hesitation, she doesn't seem fazed.
Ezra's face is red with anger. He glares at me through his glasses.
I lean down. "You have ten seconds to tell me where they are, or I shoot you right here. Ten...nine..."
"Got them!" Emilia says.
I pick up the duct tape, put a piece over Ezra's mouth, then scan the folders Emilia found. I shove them in my bag, put my gun in my pants pocket, and pick up her hand. "Let's go."
"What about Ezra?" she asks.
"Let him burn in hell."
Her eyes widen. She swallows hard, and they exchange a look.
"Emilia—"
"We're done here," she replies and opens the door.
That's my girl.
I check the coast is clear, and we step out. We pass the few offices, go into the stairwell, and move quickly down the ten flights.
We step out into the night and get right in the truck. Neither of us says a word. I drive for an hour until we're out of the city and pull over into the jungle.
The moment I put the truck in park, Emilia straddles me, pressing her lips to mine and sliding her tongue in my mouth. Her hands urgently unzip my pants, and she pushes her shorts to the side. She takes all of me in her, already wet and whimpering.
Her hot kisses bring lightning to my veins. I wrap my arms around her, fist her hair, and tug on it.
"Oh God...you were so hot," she breathes and lifts my shirt, kissing my chest, then sucking on my collarbone.
"You did perfect, ma belle."
She circles her hips on me while tugging her shirt off.
