Page 52 of Seal My Fate

Thinking fast, I quickly push my dress off one shoulder, revealing my black lacy bra. Mussing up my hair, I exit Phillip’s office, calling out, “Baby? Where did you go—whoops,” I beam, pretending to see Saint and the guard for the first time. “Hello Mister Security Guard,” I coo. “Are we in trouble? Have you been a naughty boy?” I add, moving to Saint, and sliding my hand up his arm.

Right away, he plays along. “I’m always naughty,” he smirks back at me, grabbing my ass. “I’m going to need a good spanking to behave.”

“Miow!” I trill with laughter, rubbing up against him. “You’re so bad!”

“But you love it, don’t you, baby?” Saint says, giving me a long, steamy kiss. I wrap my arms around him, practically climbing him like a tree to really sell the bimbo act. And it works: When we finally come up for air, the guard isn’t looking suspicious anymore, just seriously uncomfortable at our PDA.

“I’m sorry, Mr. St. Clair, but this area really is off-limits.”

“Dammit.” Saint makes a show of sighing. “I suppose we’ll just have to play scientist and the sexy lab assistant some other time.”

“Boo…” I pout. “I was looking forward to wearing one of those cute white coats. And nothing else,” I add, winking at the guard.

He coughs, flustered. “If you’ll just follow me back upstairs…”

Shit. The drive.

“I just need to grab my purse!” I exclaim, and sashay back towards Phillip’s office, while Saint tries to distract him.

“I never thought the sight of some petri dishes would turn a woman on, but what can I say? Turns out she has a thing for science dorks.”

I duck into the office and check the drive.

Download complete.

Yes!

I stash it, and collect my tiny evening bag, before emerging from the office again. “Now, tell me about that uniform of yours…” I fix the guard with a flirty look. “Does it come with handcuffs?”

He blushes. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to check your bag, madam.”

“Madam?” I give a big gasp. “Since when did I stop being a ‘Miss?’ You sure know how to wound a girl,” I add with a smile, slipping my arm through Saint’s, and heading for the door.

But Richards stands firm. “Your bag,” he says, holding out his hand.

I feel Saint tense beside me, but I squeeze his hand. “This old thing? Go ahead.”

I hand it over and watch him rifle through the tiny pouch. Lip balm, aspirin, a hair tie… Saint is practically vibrating out of his designer suit, expecting us to get busted. I can’t tell him that there’s nothing out of the ordinary there…

Because the drive is shoved in my bra.

Richards shuts it and passes it back to me. “My apologies,” he says.

“I should hope so,” I pout. “We were in the middle of something before you ruined all the fun.” I give a big sigh, and tug on Saint’s hand. “Babe, I’mhungry.”

“Then we’ll go get you something to eat.”

“But it needs to be gluten-free, and organic,” I keep up the act, as we walk back through the lab, the guard’s eyes on us every step of the way. “And you know how my tummy doesn’t like anything that’s eventoucheda processed grain!”

Somehow,we manage to act causal—and horny—all the way back to the lobby, sending a casual wave to Sayeed at the front desk, before piling into a cab outside. It’s not until we’re safely back at Saint’s house again, alone, that I finally can exhale the wild tension that’s been knotted tightly all night.

“Oh my God,” I blurt, adrenaline coursing through my body. “I can’t believe we just did that. And it worked!”

Saint slams the door behind us, and sinks back against it, panting hard. “Christ… When you came out of that office looking like I’d just fucked you senseless… I didn’t know whether to kill you or kiss you.”

“It worked, didn’t it?” I beam. “He bought the whole sexy sneaking around act.”

Saint chuckles, dragging a hand through his hair. “And then he searched your purse, I nearly lost it. Where did you hide the drive?”

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