Page 20 of Ensnared By the Rabbit Genius
Seiwa huffed a laugh and crossed his arms as he leaned his butt on the control panel behind him.
“I really do need to talk to you,” I said in a normal tone as three Norlons left the room. Which looked a lot easier to do fromthis side of the massive vault door since all they did was nudge it and it swung open. Like, was that a safety feature? I glanced around the room as if I’d see something dangerous, but it practically looked like a storage space for extra metal and wires. I imagined the inside of Seiwa’s bag looked about the same.
“I can give you a way to communicate with me whenever you need to.” Seiwa looked around, and I assumed he was looking for his tablet.
“Well, no, actually, that’s part of the problem.” I made sure we were alone and the door was closed. “Director Stubbins has ordered me to convince you to come back down and negotiate.”
Seiwa’s brows drew together as he frowned. “He orderedyou.”
“Right, yeah.” I cleared my throat as I nodded. “Apparently, we weren’t discreet.”
Since he wasn’t wearing a tunic with sleeves again, I could see the way his arm muscles started flexing even though he still had his arms crossed over his chest. Was he mad? Might as well get it all out now then.
“There’s more,” I said. “Director Kittredge told me to make sure and bring my phone with me.”
Seiwa’s pink gaze snapped from staring at the floor to my face.
“And see if I could get you to add it to your network.”
The only other time I’d heard Seiwa growl was just before he came, which made the heat pooling low in my groin really inappropriate in this the moment since that was a mad noise. He whacked the panel he was leaning on with the side of his fist, and it beeped at him.
“Give me your phone,” he said with his hand out.
“Why?”
“Are you connected to their network?”
“Um, I really don’t know what?—”
“Do you use their wifi while at work?”
“Yes.”
He made grabby hands at me, and I realized where this might be heading.
“Look, you can’t hack their computers and stuff,” I said with my hands on my hips. “Seriously, you can’t.”
“Oh, can’t I?” he asked with one raised eyebrow that would’ve been cool under different circumstances.
I groaned. “Okay, youcan, but you shouldn’t. You could crash the entire global internet whatever in a heartbeat, I’m guessing, but again, you shouldn’t do that. Only some of us are assholes, but that would hurt a lot of innocent people.”
Whip-fast, he grabbed my tie and hauled me into his chest. Ioofed at the impact against him and my reaction to the growl ratcheted up a few more notches thanks to the manhandling. I put my hands on his chest and stayed right where I was.
“Don’t,” he snapped, “ever lump yourself in with them.”
Huh? Oh, I’d said “some of us.” I nodded and eased up a little closer to him. “Yeah, I’m not with them.”
“You’re not.”
He took hold of my wrists and brought my arms down and behind my back, encouraging me to clasp my hands, before he crossed his arms with me caught against his chest. I was mashed against him, immobilized, and then he rested his chin on top of my head and sighed. Was he thinking things through? I didn’t want to interrupt, so I kept quiet and kind of basked in being included in his process. It became especially nice when I started to feel his cock filling against my stomach.
“Did you bring your phone?” he eventually asked.
“No, I left it in my car.”
He grunted. “I’ll get you a tablet to take with you so we can communicate. Don’t take it to work.”
“Oh, I don’t think I’m going to go back. He threatened to fire me—and maybe worse—if I didn’t succeed.”
