Page 13 of Carnal Risk

“Fuck? Hmm, that may be an option later but let’s get these off first, shall we?”

“No, I just was saying…” she stammered.

“I’m teasing you.” He paused. “Maybe. Let me ask you a question, Selby.”

“Yes?”

“Do you trust me?” He smiled as the idea came to him. She couldn’t possibly trust him yet, but oh, how she would learn.

“I’m not sure. Lars trusts you.”

“I’m not Lars.”

“No you’re not,” she stated flatly.

“Do you want to close your eyes or open them?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Now don’t shoot down this idea because I actually think it may be the best solution…all things considered.”

“What is it? Just get them off.”

Garrett turned his back and selected his instrument. Holding it up, he gave her a smile, hoping it’d take the sting out of his suggestion.

“Scissors? Are you kidding me?”

“Not in the least.”

“No way.”

“Way. They’re bandage scissors. We can start at your waist and slide straight down to your toes. They’ll peel right off without scratching your skin.”

“Oh my God. I seriously don’t believe this.”

“Think of it as penance for going into Evan’s office.”

“About that…”

“Yes, about that.” Figuring it was as good a time as any, he pressed her for answers. “Why were you in his office?”

“In my defense, I told you I needed his laptop. There was something in the files you sent me. Tomorrow’s the board meeting and I didn’t want to be unprepared.”

“So you broke into his office…the first day you come to work for me?”

“I was going to ask you if I could have it, but you didn’t give me your cell phone number. I knocked on your door. You weren’t there.”

“I saw you,” he replied, toying with the shiny metal instrument.

“You saw me?” She rolled her eyes and set them back on him. “The cameras?”

“Yes, the cameras. I see everything. You want to tell me why it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“There was no guarantee I’d see you before the meeting. You may not mind walking in cold to a board meeting, but that’s not how I roll,” she challenged.

“I see,” he laughed. “Not how you roll, you say. I’m going to be setting some ground rules before you end up out the door.”

“Ground rules?”