I was the quintessential honey pot, made to lure unsuspecting Eric into spilling all his secrets. I’d gone shopping earlier, wearing a baseball cap pulled low and dark sunglasses. I had to look the part.
I was set to meet Eric at the hotel in an hour. Carey had already gone to the suite to set up the cameras and other recording equipment. But there was one more thing I needed to do at Carey’s house first.
“I’m ready,” I called.
I tried to ignore the wave of embarrassment that washed over me as Kennedy walked into the room and stopped, his jaw hanging open.
“You look . . . you look. I have no words.” He took me in from head to toe, stilettos to curls. “Now I’m even more sure that this is a bad idea. I can’t let you put yourself in harm’s way like this.” He crossed his arms over his chest and slammed the door behind him.
I strutted to him, swaying my hips in the too-high heels. “We’ve been through this about ten times today. It’s the only way.” I peeked up at him through my false lashes.
He ran his hands down my bare upper arms. “I can’t let you. I just can’t.”
I pouted, knowing my red lips formed a bow that drew his eye. “You’re so tense. Let me ease your worries. We have a minute before we have to go.”
Taking his hand, I pulled him to the bed.
“This isn’t going to change my mind.” He shook his head but lay back on the pillows when I pushed him down.
“Won’t you at least let me try?” I straddled him and guided his hands to my ass. His cock was already hard, jutting against his zipper. I rocked my hips, rubbing my pussy over his length. He closed his eyes and squeezed my ass.
“Fuck. Yes, yes, convince me.”
I leaned down and kissed him, gripping his hands and pinning them up by his head. He let me take charge, so I rewarded him by working my hips faster, stroking his cock through his pants. My clit warmed as I moved on top of him, and he kissed me more intensely, his tongue sweeping against mine.
I leaned back and sat up, still riding him. “Would you like to see these red lips around your cock?”
“Fuck yes.” His pulse thumped in his neck.
I pulled the rope from the headboard. “Turnabout is fair play, though I’m sure I can’t tie as well as you did.”
“We all have our shortcomings. But I’ll forgive this one.” He thrust his hips up to me.
I wrapped his wrist as he reached up with his other hand and kneaded my breast through my bra.
I made an mmmm sound as he pinched my hard nipple. Then I took his other wrist and tied it, too. Once he was secure, I sat still on top of him.
“I’m sorry about this.”
“What?”
I got off him and sat next to him on the bed. “I have to at least try with Eric.”
Realization dawned on his face and he yanked at the rope. “Scarlett, untie me.”
“I had Carey teach me a few things this morning. Those knots will hold.” I stood and grabbed the long coat I’d draped across the foot of the bed. “You’ll be safe here. And we’ll be back when it’s all over.”
“You tricked me. I would congratulate you, but I’m too worried.” He pulled harder, but the knots only tightened. “Don’t do this. Please. I can protect you. You don’t have to put yourself in danger.” His fight grew frantic as he tried to free himself, and the pleading in his voice made tears prick my eyes.
“I have to do this. It’s the smartest play. You’d know that if you didn’t have feelings for me.” I slid the coat on and tied the sash around my waist.
“Scarlett, please. Let me go and I’ll come with you. Just don’t go without me.” He stopped struggling.
I shook my head. “If I let you go, you’ll never let me out of this warehouse. Be honest.”
“I would. I would go with you. Seriously.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Liar.”
He shook his head in denial and then sort of wobbled it around. “Maybe, but just let me go and we can see if I’m telling the truth. Please, don’t go. I’m begging you.”
“I have to. I’m sorry. Carey has arranged to send word to Clinton’s people about where you are and how to get in if something goes wrong and we don’t come back.” My voice cracked on the last word, and I fought the tears away.
“Scarlett.” His voice was anguished and his eyes glittered. “Please, baby, please.”
“I’ll be back later tonight. Just wait for me. I’m coming back. I’m sorry.” I turned my back and walked out. My tears fell as I took the elevator and walked to the car.
His yells of “Scarlett, please!” didn’t stop until I closed the car door and couldn’t hear them anymore.