I stepped inside carefully, as if I might set off some kind of booby trap if I were to make a single wrong move. Then I scanned the upper corners of the study for cameras or anything else that might tip off Jason that I’d been in there.
But nothing. Aside from a TV over the fireplace and the computer on the desk, the room seemed like something from another century.
OK. If I were a billionaire crime kingpin with secrets to hide, where would I keep them?
The computer. I hurried around the desk, taking a seat in Jason’s huge, high-backed chair. The computer was already on, and with a tap of a key, the screen came to life.
“Enter fingerprint for access.” They were the only words that appeared on the screen, small letters among an expanse of black.
Fingerprint?
I looked around the space, wondering where I was meant to put my finger. Then, I spotted it—to the right of the keyboard was a small, black square built into the desk. That had to be it.
But there was nothing to be done. I didn’t have the right fingerprint, and for all I knew, any attempt to access the computer would be met with some kind of security system that would let Jason know someone had tried to get on it.
I sat back in the chair, my attention turning to a huge painting hung on the wall to my right. The painting was of a stern-looking man in a dark suit, his hands weaved together over his stomach. His figure was trim, and his hair and neatly trimmed beard were a brilliant silver. And those eyes…they were piercing blue, the same as Jason and Willa.
It had to be Jason’s father. I wondered why Jason had kept that painting there, his dad gazing out over him as he worked.
But it didn’t matter. On my mind was the more pressing situation—that whatever information I needed was locked up on the computer with no way for me to access it.
What the hell was I supposed to do? Not like I could borrow one of Jason’s fingers for a little while and get into the system. Was I totally fucked? Anton hadn’t given me any serious guidance on how I was supposed to get the information—just “go in there and get it.”
I had to figure out something. My brother’s life was on the line.
My phone buzzing snapped me out of my thinking. I whipped out my phone and checked the screen.
A text from Jason. “Be there in a few.”
Shit-shit-shit. The one time he finished early.
I burst up from the chair, taking a quick look over the desk to make sure nothing was out of place. When I was satisfied, I hurried out of the office and shut the door behind me. The moment the office door was closed, I heard the main entrance of the house open up, followed by Jason’s footsteps.
My heart raced as I rushed down the hall, making my way to my room. Right as I reached it, I heard Jason’s footsteps up the stairs.
“April?” His impossibly deep voice carried through the house.
I shut my door quietly and jumped onto the bed, pulling out my phone and holding it in front of my face.
Then a knock sounded.
“Yeah?”
“It’s me.”
Hearing Jason on the other side of the door reminded me of the…incident. I knew I should’ve been scandalized, embarrassed, at the idea of my boss seeing me nearly topless. But the more I thought about it, the more…kinda hot it was.
What had his reaction been? Sure, on the surface he was mature about it, apologizing and making sure I didn’t feel awkward about the whole thing. But I couldn’t help wonder…had he liked what he’d seen? Through the panic of the situation I’d caught his eyes moving over my nearly bare upper body, lingering for a fraction of a second on my breasts.
God, the idea of Jason devouring me with his eyes, if only for a moment, was enough to make my pussy clench.
Bigger things to worry about, like the fact that you’ve just broken into his office. Head in the game, April.
I focused.
“Come in!”
The door opened, Jason on the other side.