Page 11 of Grimm

She wiggled again once he sat back, and he grabbed her hips. “If you keep that up, you’ll be earning some of those privileges right here.”

Daniella froze, then went about opening a browser and pulling up her email.

“Ten thousand emails?” he asked, not hiding his surprise. “How the hell do you have that many?”

“I don’t delete much, and most of this is garbage.” She gestured to the many advertising emails and newsletter crap from companies.

“You know you can make folders and filters to get rid of the clutter,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, I know. My work email is more organized, I just don’t care as much about this one.” She did a quick search for Megan and growled when it came up empty. “She could be texting me for all I know.” Slightly turning in his lap, she cast him a curious look. “Do you think you could take me to my apartment so I can get my phone?”

He stared at her for a moment. “You really have no idea how this whole kidnapping thing works, do you?” He couldn’t help being mesmerized by her open trust.

“Never mind.” She turned back to the computer and started typing into the address bar. “I can probably get my texts from my phone log.” He sat back in his chair, watching her work. At first glance, he’d assumed she wasn’t very tech savvy; ten thousand emails all piled up the way she had them didn’t suggest she knew her way around a computer. But after a few clicks and swipes, she was precisely where she wanted to be.

William leaned forward again and brushed her hair to the side to give him a better view of the computer.

“Anything?” he asked.

“Not from her. No.” She sank back into his lap.

“Who’s that?” He reached under her arm and tapped the screen at a message from a repeated number. “Still on for Saturday night?”

She pinched her bottom lip then clicked on the message to open a text screen.

“No.” He grabbed her wrist.

“I was just going to tell him I couldn’t make it,” she said with an exasperated sigh.

“Who is he? And what were you meeting him for?” he asked, staring at the profile of her face.

“Jacob. He’s just a friend. We were supposed to meet up at a club, but I’ll tell him I can’t. Unless you’d like him to worry and start searching for me? Maybe he’ll file a missing person’s report.” She lifted her shoulder.

He laughed. How long had it been since he’d found such pure enjoyment in one conversation?

“He could file one, but it wouldn’t help you. He texts a lot. You’re sure he’s just a friend?” He let go of her wrist.

“Yes,” she huffed. “Just a guy from work. He teaches P.E.”

“P. E.?”

“Yeah, physical education,” she answered with another shrug.

“You mean gym?”

Her lips kicked up at the edges. “They don’t call it that anymore.”

He focused on her mouth, the sweet curl almost forming a full smile. He wanted the real thing.

“Ah, shows how long it’s been since I was in school. So, you and Mr. P. E. only hang out during the summer. Just friends? You really think a guy can do that?”

She twisted around to look at him again sternly. Did she use the same expression when trying to corral her little first graders? No teacher he ever had was so fucking hot.

“Jacob is just a friend. We have fun, but that’s it.”

“Has he ever tried to kiss you?”

“What? No! Why would he do that?”

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