I barely squeak out an oomph before the pressure on my throat lessens and my eyes adjust.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” Jack’s angry face was mere inches from mine.
I swallow and push against his hold. Chill, dude.
It seems to take him a few seconds to decide, then he steps back and releases me. His face is marred by harsh shadows. The only light is coming from the computer behind him.
“What are you doing here?” Though I can guess. The computer screen shines like a beacon that can’t help but draw the eye.
He doesn’t answer but sticks his head out the door and checks the hallway. “Did anyone see you come in here?”
I shake my head. “No one’s down here,” I say, proud of how quickly my game face is back on after being manhandled. I straighten my dress and look around. The office
