Twelve
Hale
“Can I use the restroom?” Bay asked hesitantly as she stared at the seat I had pointed at her to sit in.
I’d like to tell her no just to cause her discomfort, but I also didn’t want her pissing on the leather.
Grabbing her arm again, I led her over to the restroom door and all but shoved her inside before letting go of her arm.
She was terrified, as well she should be.
I didn’t feel sorry for her. She knew who I was, who we were.
He’d have told her by now. She might have even known since the night on the plane.
I didn’t like being made a fool of, and this one had almost done just that.
The click of the lock would have been amusing if I wasn’t so fucking livid.
Did she think locking herself in the toilet was going to save her?
We were taking off regardless, and she’d be answering to Linc soon enough.
As would I, for not seeing through her sooner.
Since there was no flight attendant this time, I went to make my own drink at the bar.
At least I could save face by saying I had stalked her because I was onto her.
Not because I’d been concerned for her safety.
Hell, the little shit I’d scared off probably had some connection to the son of a bitch she was seeing. Why hadn’t I thought to look into that?
My phone went off, and I slid it out of my pocket and held it to my ear with my shoulder while I poured my drink.
“Yeah?”
“Where is your burner?” Bane asked.
Fuck. I’d left it in the Escalade.
“I’ll have Opal get it. Left it in the vehicle.”
“No, it’s on the plane with you, and an SOS was just sent from it.”
I stopped pouring and set the whiskey bottle down. My gaze swung to the closed restroom door.
“I see,” I muttered.
“Who has it if you don’t?”
The grinding of my teeth was audible. That little sneaky bitch. She’d taken my goddamn burner.
“I do,” I said through my clenched teeth. “Or I will in a moment.”
“Linc just called and said you’ve got some woman who is attached to Harland Allen with you,” Bane said.
“Yeah, and she’s sneakier than I realized. That’ll be the last time she gets something by me,” I told him.
“You’re aware Harland is married? His father-in-law is the one who put him in his current position and has the power to take it away from him. Are you sure this woman is connected to him?”
I was fucking positive. “I’ll send you the background check Wilder sent me on her. It’s all there.”
“Ah, all right. Keep her from causing any more trouble. I’ve had the phone service killed on the burner, but she may try the damn SOS again. That takes a little more work to shut down. And you’d better check her out for any tracking or bugs.”
I’d not thought of that. Fuck. She was making me forget shit. My anger at being blindsided by a female. Another reason to hate the bitch.
“I got this,” I assured him, ending the call and slamming my glass down on the counter before stalking over to take the emergency release tool from the drawer.
I was going to have to watch her more carefully.
With a quick slip into the latch, the lock slid open, and I heard her loud gasp as I jerked open the door. She wasn’t using the toilet, but I’d already suspected that. Instead, she was trying to shove the phone in her pocket, unsuccessfully.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she squeaked, backing up against the wall, trying to get away from me.
“Getting my phone,” I replied.
I closed in on her and took it from her pocket while she stared up at me, wide-eyed.
“You won’t get away with this,” she told me with a sudden fierceness in her expression.
I just laughed. Yeah, darlin’, I will.
No longer giving a fuck about where she pissed, I hauled her out of the restroom while she attempted to free herself this time. She was getting some shit about her. Ignoring her struggles, I spun her around and shoved her against the wall.
“You can strip, or I will remove your clothes for you.”
Her eyes, which were already wide, stared at me in horror. “W-w-what?” she asked.
“Gotta check you for trackers. Now, what’s it gonna be? Hmm?” I taunted, enjoying the way she trembled.
She should be scared. Maybe next time, she’d make smarter decisions.
“I-I don-n’t have any tracker-ers on me,” she stammered, shaking her head.
“You can strip down and let me check you or continue to waste time until the pilot comes in. He can watch you get naked. It’s up to you.”
“I—” she started to argue, so I grabbed the edge of her navy blazer and pulled it off her body, hearing more than one seam rip in the process. She let out a shriek, but I ignored it and went for the blouse.
“I can rip it open, or you can unbutton it. Choose before I make the choice.”
“But y-you—”
Not waiting for her to finish that sentence, I yanked the white buttons open, and they went flying off in several directions. She began to frantically cover her chest. With one hand, I took both her wrists and raised her arms over her head, slamming them against the wall behind her.
“You can cooperate,” I warned, leaning in closer to her, “or this can be done by force. Either way, Snow White, I am doing this.” Smirking, I dropped my gaze down to her tits that were nice and full, bulging out of the lace cups of her bra. “Don’t make me enjoy it.”
The fighting she was doing ended immediately as she sucked in air.
Releasing her wrists, I stepped back. “You gonna finish it, or am I?”
The loathing glare she shot me only amused me.
“I’ve never had a woman fight me on taking off her clothes before,” I drawled.
She didn’t respond as she slid the shirt from her body, then held it over her arm and waited.
“I said naked,” I reminded her.
“More than this?” she asked.
I took a step toward her, and she held up her hand.
“I’ll do it.”
“Then hurry it along. I don’t have all fucking day.”
I watched as she unbuttoned her skirt, then slid the zipper down before closing her eyes tightly and letting it fall down her hips and legs until it puddled on the ground.
The pink satin panties were unexpected, and although I hated her, I wasn’t immune to the perfect body standing in front of me, almost naked. I wished she had a goddamn flaw—at least physically. I’d found her personality flaws. Liar. Poor taste in men.
The woman couldn’t be any more hourglass if she tried. The tiny waist, flared hips, and long, smooth legs had my dick thickening in my jeans.
This one isn’t for play. It is business.
“Waiting on the rest,” I told her.
She winced, still not opening her eyes. “You mean, even my panties and bra?” she asked just above a whisper.
“I didn’t stutter when I said naked.”
Her nostrils flared. “I hate you,” she said through clenched teeth.
“I’ll survive,” I replied, almost smiling.
She reached back and unsnapped her bra. Then, with one deep breath, she pulled it off and held the strap tightly in her left hand as her bra dangled by her side.
Fuck, those tits were pretty. Round pink nipples against pale skin.
She was a solid D. My fingers twitched as I fought the urge to reach out and fill my hands with them.
“Waiting on the last bit,” I said, my voice sounding husky.
Her shoulders rose and fell as she went to take off her panties, still holding on to her bra, as if having it close helped her in some way. I was going to have to take it and check it for any hidden tracking device or bug. But I was enjoying the show right now.
Slick. I licked my lips. She waxed. Thinking about the fucker she waxed for sent a wave of fury through me. I wanted him dead and not for the right reasons. I had to check that shit. This was not a body I was ever going to have.
When she stood back up, she held her panties and bra in front of her like some kind of shield. I let it be for now.
“Turn around,” I instructed.
“Why?”
“You can be difficult, and you’ll stand there naked longer, or you can cooperate, and this will go quickly.”
She sucked in a breath and turned to face the wall, giving me the delicious view of her round ass. The two dimples that sat just above it caused my already-hardening cock to twitch.
Down, boy. Not today.
“Bend over,” I ordered, needing this to be done.
“What?”
“I have to check inside your ass. You want me to grab those cheeks and open it, or are you gonna do what I fucking tell you to do?” I was losing patience. Mostly because I wanted to slam my dick inside her.
“Oh God,” she whispered, then moved back so that she could bend over.
I held my breath as I admired the puckered opening in the back and the pink one between her legs. Damn, I wanted to bury my mouth between those thighs.
“Stand up,” I barked out. This was torture.
She did so immediately, then spun back around with her underwear still clutched in front of her.
“Drop the things, arms straight out to your sides,” I said, taking a step in her direction as she backed up until the wall stopped her. “Arms out!”
She did so, but didn’t drop her things. Instead, I snatched them both from her hand, causing her to let out a yelp, as if I’d hurt her.
Not touching her, I searched her for any sign of something that could have been hidden. When my eyes locked in on her tits, I decided it was best that she lift them. Not me. I wasn’t sure I could stop at that. I’d want more than a feel.
“Lift them up,” I said, not meeting her gaze.
Another muffled, “Oh God.” But she did as told.
I stepped back and began inspecting her bra.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sounding breathy.
My eyes lifted to meet hers. I said nothing as I held the bra back to her, then gave the panties a thorough once-over before doing the same with them.
“Get dressed,” I said, then turned to go to the bar.
I needed a fucking drink. I also needed a fuck. Both, several. Damn it!
After filling my glass and forgoing an ice cube, I turned around to see she was almost dressed. Her blouse wasn’t going to button, but she pulled her blazer on frantically and then held it together in front before glaring at me.
Not in the mood for more dramatics, I pointed at the seating, but she didn’t move. We would be taking off soon, and she had to be seated and buckled. I was done giving orders she wanted to argue with. So, I pulled her over to a seat, then shoved her down onto it.
“Buckle up,” I demanded.
The sound of a man clearing his throat drew my attention to the front of the room. The pilot was standing there, not looking at all bothered by what he had seen or heard. He was paid well and knew who he was working for.
“Ready, Mr. Carver?” he asked.
I nodded my head, then took a drink.
He disappeared into the cockpit, and I took the seat across from my hostage.
“No flight attendant. Just the pilot. You almost gave him a show,” I taunted, not sure I liked the idea of him walking in to see her like that. But she sure as shit wouldn’t know it.
“Do you even have a daughter? Or was that part of your lie to get me to trust you?” she asked accusingly.
I lifted the glass to my mouth and took another long drink before replying, “We both know I’m not the liar here.”
Her eyes narrowed as she stared at me. “You’re not funny. This is not funny. You-you made me take off my clothes. You violated me!”
I agreed this wasn’t funny. She’d made me look like a fool twice now, then given me a fucking erection.
“Something we agree on.”
“I don’t know who you think I am or what I’ve done, but that was—”
“I know who you are and what you’ve done,” I interrupted her.
She fisted her hands tightly into the blazer she held together. Good. It was best those tits stayed covered up. There was no flight attendant for me to fuck to take the edge off.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, glancing out the window.
I didn’t reply. The luxury of getting to ask questions was not one she was going to be afforded.
That ship had sailed the moment I knew she was working with our enemies.
When she realized it, she started to open her mouth to no doubt ask me something else, then snapped it closed, then watched out the window as the plane began to move.
Her fixation solely on the outside and her thoughts to herself.
Maybe she’d stay like that. If not, I would muffle her myself.