“That's as good a confirmation as I am going to get. Enter the password for the pink folder, Olivia.”
I stared at her slim, slightly shaky fingers as she slowly typed in the user name and password. I thanked her, and on a whim, I touched my lips to her cheek. I traced over my bottom lip with my tongue as I experienced the brief taste of her. I immediately wanted more, but there wasn’t time now. I had been waiting for this moment for far too long. She moved away immediately when I told her to, and it didn’t escape my notice that she learned quickly. Fear can do that to you.
Once she was out of my way, I stared down at the computer screen.
Even the fucking desktop theme was pink. My hand clenched for a moment before a deep breath brought me back to the present, and I immediately started scanning the files and folders for what had to be there. It had been so long, and I had gone through so much, it just had to be there. It had to be there for my own sanity.
I hit a folder and its contents sprang open before me. Holding my breath, I double clicked a text file. It was here. It really was fucking here.
Names.
Contact information.
Dates.
Bank account numbers.
Pictures.
Everything I needed to give to the man who was going to verify Kender was what I said he was and then turn his torment into a symbol for pedophiles across the globe.
I silently thanked any god that might be listening that the default view was only file details and not a picture preview. I had some presumptions about what might be in those pictures, and I wasn’t about to look. Cole would have to verify what was there. I dipped my fingers into my breast pocket and inserted the thumb drive into the USB port on the side of the machine. As I started copying everything, I sat back and looked up at my beautiful young hostage. She made it all happen. I couldn’t help but smile.
“You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment,” I told her. The taste of the soft skin of her cheek was gone from my lips, so I reached out to get another taste, this time of the back of her hand while she turned a beautiful, bright crimson. “My good luck charm.”
I swung my legs and pushed the chair back so I could take a really good look at her without an audience. I started with the heels—thin little straps wrapped around her delicate ankles and buckled off to the side. The heels were easily three inches, and they made her legs look fucking hot. They were long, slender, and dressed in nothing more than the shoes and her professional style skirt. I wanted to run my hands over them. I wanted to run my hands up them, under that skirt, and into the promised land.
She moved nervously from one foot to the other while I kept a steady gaze on her, moving my eyes from her feet all the way up to the scarf that was still pissing me off. I wanted to see her slender neck and the bare skin of her throat. I wanted to know for sure if she was taken or not. There was no way she wasn’t surrounded by men, as young and beautiful as she was. I needed to know. I needed her to…
“Take the scarf off.” My voice surprised me a little. I hadn’t completely meant to say it out loud though I certainly wanted her to do it. What I want, I get. Usually. Obviously, I had surprised her a bit as well.
“Um…what?”
I could almost hear her heart pounding. If I could see under her scarf, I could probably have figured out just how excited she was by the pulse in her neck. If I could see under her scarf, I’d know if she was already taken or not.
“The scarf on your neck,” I said cautiously. I didn’t want to scare her, but I really, really wanted it off. If she was marked…well, that would be the end of it. Maybe. “Take it off.”
“Why?”
She asked the question, but even as she did, her hand was moving to the knot si
tting against her shoulder. She tugged at it a couple of times before it came loose, and she dutifully held it out to me. I glanced at it a moment, considered asking her how she felt about being tied up with it, and looked for the tell-tale signs on her skin of recent amorous activity. I still couldn’t see anything with the damn blouse she had on, which was buttoned all the way up to the top.
“Undo the buttons on your blouse.”
Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened a little. I looked away quickly, realizing how my words must have sounded. I didn’t want to frighten her—truly I didn’t. I did want her naked and spread out for me on the desk—maybe bent over the arm of the chair…maybe even in the back of the helicopter after all of this was over—but I didn’t want to scare her. I closed my eyes and tried to shake the random, cock-stroking thoughts from my head. I looked back up and smiled, laughing softly at the stunned look on her face.
“Just the top three buttons, baby.”
And there she was, doing exactly as I asked of her. I could see her pale, blemish-free skin as the fabric fell away from her throat.
“No boyfriend.” I could have breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t seeing anyone. At least, if she was, he was a fucking moron.
“No…um…how…?” she stammered back.
“No hickeys,” I replied with a grin.
“What does that have to do with anything?”