Mine to Crave (Mine #4)(9)

But Drake’s hand flew out and he grabbed her wrist. “The cameras in here, princess.”

Her heart sank. She’d done a quick sweep for cameras in this room. There hadn’t exactly been time for a thorough search. She hadn’t seen any, so she’d hoped… Jasmine cleared her throat. “I don’t know what kind of joke you’re trying to pull here, but it’s not funny.” Maybe he was bluffing about the cameras, just to see her reaction. She’d keep playing the injured party a bit longer and see how that worked for her. If she could just get to the door…

Wait, does he have his security team waiting in that hallway? And if they weren’t in that narrow hallway, would they be waiting for her at the elevator?

It was just not her night.

She tried to break away from him again, but he moved in a flash. He twisted his body, twisted her, and in the next moment, Jasmine found herself pinned to the wall. He was in front of her, solid, unmovable, furious. He’d pushed her wrists back against the wall, and he glared down at her.

“I thought you might like things a little rough,” she tossed that out, hoping to distract him.

His pupils seemed to swallow the green of his eyes. “You have no idea.”

That response got right past her guard. Her mouth dropped open and—and his hands flew over her body.

“Stop!” Jasmine shouted at him. “You have no right to—”

Search her? Yes, dammit, that was exactly what he was doing. She recognized a pat-down when she felt one. She’d had her share of brushes with the law over the years. When you were on your own at fifteen, staying on the right side of the law wasn’t always an option.

She tried to shove his hands away.

It was like shoving away steel.

“So I poked around your desk,” she told him, getting a little desperate now. “I was curious about you, okay? I’m not curious anymore. Not even a little bit. I’ve learned from my mistakes. I am not—”

His hand stilled near her left ankle.

Hell.

He lifted the leg of her pants. She felt the pull of the strap that held her gear set in place.

Then he rose to his feet.

She tried to grab his hand.

Too late. He’d opened his prize. He stared down at the lock picking set.

She never left home without one of those.

There was a flash drive nestled beside the lock set, too. Make that three flash drives. Some wires. A very small screw driver.

Tools of her trade.

“Jasmine…” He sighed out her name as his gaze came back to her. “I think we have a problem.”

A muscle flexed in his jaw.

I f*cking hate betrayal.

Her body trembled. He was a businessman, despite those somewhat shady governmental ties. He wasn’t just going to—to—

“You came to steal from me, and now you’re going to have to pay the price.”

“I didn’t steal from you!”

He laughed at that. His laugh was rough and angry and it sure didn’t alleviate any of the tension that she felt.

His face was locked in hard, furious lines. Rage glowed in his eyes. He looked scary as hell and—

Sexy, still.

What was with her and her stupid attraction to bad boys? Would she never learn that bad boys were considered “bad” for a reason?

“I didn’t steal,” Jasmine repeated. “Check the flash drives. Nothing is on them. I came up here to be with you, not to—”

“You’re saying you still want to f*ck me?”

Jasmine licked her lips.

His gaze immediately fell to her mouth.

“Tempting…” And his head lowered. Before she could speak again, his mouth was on hers. Hot and hard. Not as controlled as before. Actually, there was no control now. The kiss was wild and rough, and if she’d thought her toes curled before, well—she nearly lost her shoes then.

Liquid heat spilled through her body. She wasn’t supposed to react to him that way. She wasn’t—

His head lifted. “Cause I can always f*ck you before I call in the cops.”

Her eyes turned to slits at that.

“Now I’m wondering about the guy I tossed outside,” he nearly growled those words. “Maybe I was too hasty. Maybe I should’ve listened to just what the fellow had to say.”

Then the cops would already be here.

“Check the flash drives,” Jasmine said. Her voice was husky, but steady. “You’ll see the truth.”

His eyes held hers. “How do I know you haven’t hidden more drives…?” Now his gaze dropped to her body once more.

“Because you already searched me, jerk.” She shoved against him. Hard. Hard enough to send him stumbling back a step. Not because she’d gotten some super strength, but mostly because she was pretty sure the move had caught him by surprise.

How do I get out of here…how do I get…

He turned away from her. Stalked toward his desk. She didn’t move as he searched through the flash drives. Jasmine was too busy trying to figure out what story to give him.

She even considered the truth. Like he’d believe that.

His fingers rapped over the keys. “They’re empty. All of them.” He straightened.

She gave a firm nod. “Like I said. Now, as un-fun as this little night has been, it’s time for me to leave.”