Free The Temptation Trap, Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire Club BBW Romance) by Alexa Wilder Page A

came around the side of the vehicle, opened the door, unbuckled my seatbelt, and pulled me out without meeting my eyes. One glance at his face told me that his resolve was impenetrable. He thought I was guilty. He thought I'd betrayed him. He wasn't going to listen to reason, wasn't going to give me any options.
    Harper opened the front door himself, his watery blue eyes lighting with glee at the sight of me.
    "You got her!" He said to Adam, with more enthusiasm than I'd ever heard him display before. "Follow me," he said, leading us through the entry hall, deeper into his house. I barely noticed our surroundings as we walked down the long hall, more aware of Adam's steely grip on my bound hands. What I did see of the house was ornate and tacky, not a surprise knowing William Harper.
    Mr. Harper was one of my least favorite parts of my job. A little shorter than me, with narrow shoulders and a protruding potbelly that made him look like he was eight months pregnant, Harper's eyes always lingered on my chest longer than they should have every time we ran into each other.
    Now, standing before him in his home office, my hands secured behind my back, the slow crawl of his eyes over my body turned my blood to ice. Unconsciously, I backed up into Adam, some instinct telling me he was the safer option.
    That was a lie. Everything about Adam was a lie. My new understanding of Adam was driven home when Harper said, “I was starting to doubt you, Sinclair, but now I see the rumors were true. You’re worth every penny. That is, assuming you got what I needed?"
    In answer, Adam dropped my laptop onto his desk. "Everything’s in there.”
    "Excellent, good job. Took a little longer than I would've liked but now that she's here, we’re good. And you can assure me that none of the files she stole got by you?"
    Adam took a step back and studied Harper. "I'm not 100% certain, no. But reasonably certain? Yes. I've been through everything multiple times and the sum total of what I found is on that laptop. There are no files in her apartment, nothing in her car, nothing in her purse. I assume you searched her office thoroughly?"
    "Of course, of course,” Harper said, his eyes crawling over me again. “So that's it. You can go, I'll take care of her from here."
    Adam’s grip on my wrist tightened a fraction before he let go. My stomach seized in fear. Right now I hated Adam. He was the King of Assholes. But I would do anything he wanted if he just wouldn't leave me here with William Harper. Adam stepped away from me, and stopped in the middle of the room.
    “Do you want me to wait while you call the police?" he asked.
    "No, that's not necessary," Harper said. "You know how those things are, it might take hours. I don't want to waste what's left of your evening. I'm sure I can contain one woman, especially now that you have her under control.”
    The look Harper gave me sent a shiver of revulsion down my spine. I couldn't stop myself from whispering, "Adam, please. Please don’t leave me here."
    Adam didn't meet my eyes when he said, “Sit down, shut up, and don't argue with the police. That’s your safest bet.”
    I didn't respond. There was nothing left to say. He was leaving me, and I was totally screwed. His footsteps echoed on the hardwood as he left, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll see myself out, expect my invoice." The door shut behind him with a solid thunk. Searching for a scrap of inner strength, I looked up at William Harper to find him leering down at me.
    “You’re not calling the police, are you?" I asked, already knowing the answer, but needing to hear him say it.
    “No, I'm not," he said. "But then, you already know I'm not calling the police. I bet you know exactly who it is I'm going to call."
    I did. If my instincts were correct, and my worst nightmare was coming true, he was indeed not calling the police. He was going to call the Russian mob. And I was about to disappear into hell.

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