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

what happened to you tonight. I understand that you'd be smart not to trust anyone you don't know. And probably half the people you do know."
    "Are you going to tell me who you are? And why you helped me back there ?”
    “It's not my job to give you explanations," he said. "I'm sorry about that since I know an explanation, the truth, would make you feel a lot better right now. My job is to get you someplace safe."
    "And if you’re not willing to tell me who you are, or what's going on, then why should I go with you?" I asked, annoyed that I was being asked to trust someone I didn't know. Yes, he’d helped me. And yes, he seemed trustworthy. But my judgment hadn’t proved spectacular of late. Just because he was funny, and seemed friendly, didn't mean a god-damned thing.
    "I'm not cleared to tell you anything,” he repeated. “My job was to get you out in one piece. It was also to get the laptop but I didn't see that anywhere, and I didn't want to blow my cover by asking." He raised an eyebrow at me, inviting an explanation. I didn't think there was any point in not telling him.
    "Harper locked it in his safe,” I said. He shrugged.
    "It's the FBI that wants the laptop. My orders were only to get it if it was easy and available. My mission was you."
    "And why was I your mission?" I tried again. A second head shake and he smiled, giving me another look, this one clearly amused.
    “He said you were sharp. But I can see you’ve taken a few shots to the head. I'd like to make this easier for you, but frankly, I've stepped right into the middle of this mess, and I think the less said, the better, until we get where we're going, and we can straighten all this out.
    "But here's the thing,” he went on. “You don't know me. I can tell you I'm not working with Harper or the mob. I can tell you I just want to get you somewhere safe, somewhere you can get your bearings, and can figure out where to go from here. I can tell you all of that, and you have no reason to believe me.
    “But what are your other options? If you're as smart as he says you are, you'll know jumping out of my car and running away is only going to leave you vulnerable to the bad guys. If you're loose out there without protection, Harper or Tsepov will pick you up. If they get you a second time, they won't make a mistake. Harper’s an entitled ass, but I'm not from Vegas and even I know about Tsepov. You don't want to get mixed up with him. If he takes you, it's going to be a hell of a lot harder for us to get you back.
    “I know you're not much of a gambler, but take one more risk and give me some time. I'm going to take you somewhere safe. Somewhere you'll get explanations for everything that's been going on. If you don't like those explanations, if you can't live with them, I'll bring you somewhere else and help you.”
    He took his eyes off the road, fixed them on me, and said, “I promise.”
    My judgment hadn't been great lately, but I believed him.
    “So when we get where we’re going, if I say I don't want to be there, you'll take me somewhere else? Somewhere safe?" I asked.
    "I will,” he said. “But you have to give it a few hours. You have to give him a chance to explain. This whole case has been a disaster, and you got the worst of it, no question. But I have to tell you, he doesn't make mistakes, and this one is killing him."
    I didn't like the way that sounded. Who was he ? I had a sinking feeling that I knew exactly who Griffen was talking about. If I did, I wanted nothing to do with him. Nothing. No that wasn't true, I wanted to fly him to the top of a volcano and drop him in just before it erupted. That wasn't nothing.
    I did not want to talk to him, or hear his explanations. But I was getting ahead of myself. Maybe he wasn't talking about Adam Stewart a.k.a. Somebody Sinclair.
    Maybe there was another player in this whole disaster of an investigation, one I hadn't heard of yet. It was possible since it seemed I had no idea what had