Savaged

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Over here.”

I handed the laptop to him, and his fingers touched mine as he took it. A shiver went up my hand and arm from the contact of his soft, warm fingers. Adam turned the thing back and forth in his hands for a minute before he pulled it back over his shoulder and flung it across the room.

It hit the wall, and pieces of plastic and metal went flying in all directions. I jumped and a short scream escaped from my throat.

“Sorry abou

t that,” Adam said nonchalantly, looking back to the laptop on the desk. “I needed to break something, and I figure what I need is probably on this computer, not yours.”

The bald man, Cole, started to laugh.

“Go check on Frank,” Adam said, waving his hand toward Cole. “Make sure he isn’t trolling for more stragglers. He’s pissing me off.”

“Will do!” Cole dropped the red file folder he was perusing and strolled out the door, closing it behind him.

“Sit.” Adam motioned to Mr. Kender’s chair.

It’s that voice of his, I thought as another tingle danced around in my panties. Good lord, my panties were probably wet by now.

While I was thinking about the condition of my undergarments, Adam was standing with one hand on the back of the chair, waiting for me with his eyebrow raised. I felt my face go hot again, and I dropped my eyes to the ground. I think he snickered, but I wasn’t sure if I had heard right. I took a couple of steps forward and turned to sit on the chair. Adam pushed against the back of the chair and maneuvered me to the laptop.

“Sign on,” Adam said.

I could have. I mean, I knew all the passwords. Mr. Kender made me memorize them because he didn’t want them written down anywhere. Still, I hesitated, wondering just what the hell I was doing. Was I really going to betray the trust my boss had bestowed upon me with his password? This guy was a terrorist with a gun stuck in the front of his pants.

I got a little fixated on the thought of the gun in his pants that wasn’t an actual firearm, and completely forgot what I was supposed to be doing.

The chair made a little squeaking sound as Adam leaned his weight against it and brushed my hair away from my ear. My whole body seized up and my hands gripped the armrests.

“Olivia, I know what you are thinking.” Adam’s breath was hot against my ear. “You are worried about your loyalty. You are concerned that you may be betraying the trust of the man who hired you. I’m telling you, Olivia, he is not worthy of your trust.”

“And you are?” I heard myself say and immediately wished I could take it back.

“Most certainly,” he responded. “Though you have met me under some rather…interesting circumstances, I assure you trusting me is more likely to be in your best interest than trusting Mr. Kender.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because he is a vile, evil man!” Adam slammed his hand against the top of the chair suddenly, causing me to jump. Then I heard him take a slow, deep breath. “I’d kill him myself, but I’m afraid that would be far too easy on him.”

I sat and stared at the login screen with its seemingly innocent little name and password text boxes.

“I am going to use a word that I don’t use very often.” Adam leaned close to me again, his arm landing lightly over my shoulders as he leaned down to look me in the eye. “But this is important. Olivia, please, type in Mr. Kender’s name and password.”

“For which folders?” I asked quietly. I mean, I really didn’t have a choice, did I?

“Multiple accounts for accessing different information?” Adam raised his eyebrows. I nodded in confirmation. “How are they organized?”

“By color,” I responded.

“Which colors?”

I started rattling off the various colors for the various folders. When I said “pink,” Adam stopped me by placing his finger against my lips. I had to fight back a sudden urge to stick my tongue out and find out how it tasted.

“That’s the one,” he said. His eyes were wide, and he took a long, deep breath.

“He never goes into that one,” I told him.

“How do you know?”