The Temptation Trap, Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire Club BBW Romance) by Alexa Wilder
Authors: Alexa Wilder
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sliding them in his pocket. I hope he didn't plan to get them out again later. Gently, he peeled the duct tape from my mouth, careful not to bump my nose or my cheek. Helping me to my feet, he said, “Miss, would you like to press charges against this man?"
I shook my head and said, “No, I just want to go home."
"Then I guess you got lucky tonight,” he said to Harper. “If the lady doesn't want to press charges, I can't take you in for this. For all I know she tripped and fell into a doorframe and then asked you to tie her up.” Sarcasm dripped from his words. Harper nodded along with him but was smart enough not to verbally agree.
“Since the lady just wants to go home, I'll take her off your hands."
My rescuer steered me out of the office and into the hallway. At the sight of the front door, my heart pounded in my chest. So close to freedom. From behind me, I heard Harper cry out, “What about me? You can't just leave me here in handcuffs!"
The officer stopped beside me and said, “Can you lean against the wall for just a minute?" I nodded. He disappeared back into the office and I heard rustling, a grunt, and Harper say,
“What are you doing, you can't do this." Then more muffled shuffling and grunting. Less than a minute later, the officer was back, a wide grin stretched across his face. Gently, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, supporting my weight as he led me toward the front door.
"What did you do with him?" I asked quietly. He gave a chuckle and said, "I took my cuffs back and tied him to the chair he had you in with the rope he used on you. And I duct taped his mouth shut. I’m sure someone will find him and let him go. Eventually.”
I didn't know who this guy was. Maybe I was just making things worse for myself by leaving with him. But after finding out he’d tied William Harper to that chair and duct taped his mouth shut? I was willing to follow him anywhere.
I didn't speak again until we were out of the house. A big black SUV, identical to the one Adam had been driving, was parked in the driveway in front of the house. The officer led me to the vehicle, opened the passenger door, and helped me inside, saying, "Buckle up, and I'll get you out of here."
I did, fastening my seatbelt and letting my head fall back in relief. He rounded the car and was in the driver’s seat a moment later, starting the vehicle with quick efficiency. He shot a sideways glance at my face and said, “We’ll get you cleaned up in a few minutes. I heard his phone call, and I want to get you out of here before Tsepov's men show up."
"Sounds good to me," I said. "Are you going to tell me who you are?" I asked, suspecting he'd refuse. He surprised me and answered immediately.
"Griffen Sawyer, ma'am," he said in an affected drawl that made me smile.
"And that's your real name?" I asked. Based on everything I'd learned that night, I’d realized there was a difference between the name a person gave you and what their name actually was, Adam case in point. I knew Adam's real name was Sinclair and not Stewart. I still had no idea if his first name was really Adam. I wondered if I would ever find out. Beside me, Griffen Sawyer laughed.
"You're a quick learner," he said, with a smile. "Yes ma'am, my real name is Griffen Sawyer. At least according to my mama and the United States government."
Relief washed through me at the mention of the government. He must be with the FBI. Still, it seemed smart to ask. I’d trusted him enough to get me out of Harper's house, but that didn't mean I could trust everything he said. And it wasn't smart to make assumptions. I'd made enough of those; It had gotten me into this mess in the first place.
"Are you with the FBI?" I asked, afraid of what his answer would be. Giving credence to my fear, he slanted me another sideways look and gave a short shake of his head.
"No, I'm not," he said dropping the drawl and the amusement. "I didn't get all the details, but I know enough about
I shook my head and said, “No, I just want to go home."
"Then I guess you got lucky tonight,” he said to Harper. “If the lady doesn't want to press charges, I can't take you in for this. For all I know she tripped and fell into a doorframe and then asked you to tie her up.” Sarcasm dripped from his words. Harper nodded along with him but was smart enough not to verbally agree.
“Since the lady just wants to go home, I'll take her off your hands."
My rescuer steered me out of the office and into the hallway. At the sight of the front door, my heart pounded in my chest. So close to freedom. From behind me, I heard Harper cry out, “What about me? You can't just leave me here in handcuffs!"
The officer stopped beside me and said, “Can you lean against the wall for just a minute?" I nodded. He disappeared back into the office and I heard rustling, a grunt, and Harper say,
“What are you doing, you can't do this." Then more muffled shuffling and grunting. Less than a minute later, the officer was back, a wide grin stretched across his face. Gently, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, supporting my weight as he led me toward the front door.
"What did you do with him?" I asked quietly. He gave a chuckle and said, "I took my cuffs back and tied him to the chair he had you in with the rope he used on you. And I duct taped his mouth shut. I’m sure someone will find him and let him go. Eventually.”
I didn't know who this guy was. Maybe I was just making things worse for myself by leaving with him. But after finding out he’d tied William Harper to that chair and duct taped his mouth shut? I was willing to follow him anywhere.
I didn't speak again until we were out of the house. A big black SUV, identical to the one Adam had been driving, was parked in the driveway in front of the house. The officer led me to the vehicle, opened the passenger door, and helped me inside, saying, "Buckle up, and I'll get you out of here."
I did, fastening my seatbelt and letting my head fall back in relief. He rounded the car and was in the driver’s seat a moment later, starting the vehicle with quick efficiency. He shot a sideways glance at my face and said, “We’ll get you cleaned up in a few minutes. I heard his phone call, and I want to get you out of here before Tsepov's men show up."
"Sounds good to me," I said. "Are you going to tell me who you are?" I asked, suspecting he'd refuse. He surprised me and answered immediately.
"Griffen Sawyer, ma'am," he said in an affected drawl that made me smile.
"And that's your real name?" I asked. Based on everything I'd learned that night, I’d realized there was a difference between the name a person gave you and what their name actually was, Adam case in point. I knew Adam's real name was Sinclair and not Stewart. I still had no idea if his first name was really Adam. I wondered if I would ever find out. Beside me, Griffen Sawyer laughed.
"You're a quick learner," he said, with a smile. "Yes ma'am, my real name is Griffen Sawyer. At least according to my mama and the United States government."
Relief washed through me at the mention of the government. He must be with the FBI. Still, it seemed smart to ask. I’d trusted him enough to get me out of Harper's house, but that didn't mean I could trust everything he said. And it wasn't smart to make assumptions. I'd made enough of those; It had gotten me into this mess in the first place.
"Are you with the FBI?" I asked, afraid of what his answer would be. Giving credence to my fear, he slanted me another sideways look and gave a short shake of his head.
"No, I'm not," he said dropping the drawl and the amusement. "I didn't get all the details, but I know enough about
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