Serial Story: Jasmine Betrayal, Part 15
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 15
A weath of emotions went through his mind as Max kissed Genevieve senseless. She was the most amazing, infuriating woman he’d ever known, and he wished with his whole being that he could take her right there in the dingy little room on the old metal desk taking up most of the space.
It took almost super-human strength to pull away from her, and the soft, dazed look on her face and the desire in her eyes when he did was almost his undoing.
Damn.
“Um, okay,” she said, her voice low and husky. “So if I do something stupid like that again, will you kiss me like that again? Because--”
He held up a hand to stop her, unable to keep a grin from spreading across his lips.
“Don’t, Gen. Just...don’t. We need to concentrate on getting out of here, or your...uh...negotiation will be for nothing.”
She winked, flashing him a smile. “I wouldn’t say nothing, actually.”
He groaned and looked away to keep from pulling her back into his arms. The woman was dangerous, and when he got her somewhere safe...
Scanning the room quickly, he noted a square metal grate in the ceiling just above the desk. Grabbing one of two metal chairs, he wedged one underneath the doorknob, and put the other to the side of the desk, using it as a stepping stool to climb up. He could just barely reach the grate in the ceiling, but a firm push upwards proved that it was loose. A stroke of luck he hadn’t expected, but was grateful for all the same.
“Come up here,” he said, reaching down to help her climb up beside him. She looked up at the grate, and then back at him with a doubtful expression.
“We’re going out that way?”
He nodded. “You are. I’m going to lift you up, and you need to crawl through the ventilation shafts until you can find a way to get to those files. I’ll create a distraction to give you more time.” He reached for her waist, but she backed away, shaking her head.
“No. I’m not leaving you. The whole point of this was so we could both get out together - they would have killed you otherwise. If I go, you go. That’s the deal.”
He reached out to gently wipe a tear that had escaped down her face. “It’s not possible, Gen. Even if I stand on that chair, I can’t reach to pull myself up, and you’re not strong enough to pull me up. You need to get out of here, get that file, and figure out what it means. I can hold these guys off for awhile, and if they think I know where you are, they’ll keep me alive. It’s our only chance.”
She looked up at the ceiling, assessing the grate. “You really think they won’t kill you?”
He shook his head. “Not if they think I can lead them to you.”
Meeting his eyes again, she finally nodded. “Okay then. Where should I wait for you?”
“Two-twenty-two Oak Street in Memphis. The neighbor has a key - tell her I sent you. I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.”
“What if you’re wrong, Max?” Her voice trembled and she looked away.
He tugged her into his arms with a sigh. “I’m not. But if something happens, you’ll figure out what to do. You’re smart, and you’re a survivor. You’ll get through this, I promise.”
She pulled away, nodding and swiping at her eyes. His heart broke, wishing there was some other way. But time was up, and doing nothing wasn’t an option.
“You have to go,” he said, grasping her waist. She nodded, her hands settling on his shoulders as he lifted her up, high enough so she could push the grate aside and climb up into the space beyond. When she’d replaced the grate, he could barely see her beyond the metal in the darkness. A good thing.
“You’ll have to hurry. The guards will be back soon, and after that I can only distract them for so long before they expand the search outward, so get to the files as quick as you can. I saw more doors that way,” he pointed towards the end of the building where they’d seen the boxes staged. “So just go until you find a way out, get the file, and get out. I’ll see you soon, I promise.”
“See you soon.” Her whisper floated down like a prayer, and he heard her scooting through the shaft, hoping the sound didn’t carry too far into the main part of the warehouse. Getting down from the desk, he sat on the edge of it in front of the door.
Waiting.
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Jasmine Betrayal
Part 15
A weath of emotions went through his mind as Max kissed Genevieve senseless. She was the most amazing, infuriating woman he’d ever known, and he wished with his whole being that he could take her right there in the dingy little room on the old metal desk taking up most of the space.
It took almost super-human strength to pull away from her, and the soft, dazed look on her face and the desire in her eyes when he did was almost his undoing.
Damn.
“Um, okay,” she said, her voice low and husky. “So if I do something stupid like that again, will you kiss me like that again? Because--”
He held up a hand to stop her, unable to keep a grin from spreading across his lips.
“Don’t, Gen. Just...don’t. We need to concentrate on getting out of here, or your...uh...negotiation will be for nothing.”
She winked, flashing him a smile. “I wouldn’t say nothing, actually.”
He groaned and looked away to keep from pulling her back into his arms. The woman was dangerous, and when he got her somewhere safe...
Scanning the room quickly, he noted a square metal grate in the ceiling just above the desk. Grabbing one of two metal chairs, he wedged one underneath the doorknob, and put the other to the side of the desk, using it as a stepping stool to climb up. He could just barely reach the grate in the ceiling, but a firm push upwards proved that it was loose. A stroke of luck he hadn’t expected, but was grateful for all the same.
“Come up here,” he said, reaching down to help her climb up beside him. She looked up at the grate, and then back at him with a doubtful expression.
“We’re going out that way?”
He nodded. “You are. I’m going to lift you up, and you need to crawl through the ventilation shafts until you can find a way to get to those files. I’ll create a distraction to give you more time.” He reached for her waist, but she backed away, shaking her head.
“No. I’m not leaving you. The whole point of this was so we could both get out together - they would have killed you otherwise. If I go, you go. That’s the deal.”
He reached out to gently wipe a tear that had escaped down her face. “It’s not possible, Gen. Even if I stand on that chair, I can’t reach to pull myself up, and you’re not strong enough to pull me up. You need to get out of here, get that file, and figure out what it means. I can hold these guys off for awhile, and if they think I know where you are, they’ll keep me alive. It’s our only chance.”
She looked up at the ceiling, assessing the grate. “You really think they won’t kill you?”
He shook his head. “Not if they think I can lead them to you.”
Meeting his eyes again, she finally nodded. “Okay then. Where should I wait for you?”
“Two-twenty-two Oak Street in Memphis. The neighbor has a key - tell her I sent you. I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.”
“What if you’re wrong, Max?” Her voice trembled and she looked away.
He tugged her into his arms with a sigh. “I’m not. But if something happens, you’ll figure out what to do. You’re smart, and you’re a survivor. You’ll get through this, I promise.”
She pulled away, nodding and swiping at her eyes. His heart broke, wishing there was some other way. But time was up, and doing nothing wasn’t an option.
“You have to go,” he said, grasping her waist. She nodded, her hands settling on his shoulders as he lifted her up, high enough so she could push the grate aside and climb up into the space beyond. When she’d replaced the grate, he could barely see her beyond the metal in the darkness. A good thing.
“You’ll have to hurry. The guards will be back soon, and after that I can only distract them for so long before they expand the search outward, so get to the files as quick as you can. I saw more doors that way,” he pointed towards the end of the building where they’d seen the boxes staged. “So just go until you find a way out, get the file, and get out. I’ll see you soon, I promise.”
“See you soon.” Her whisper floated down like a prayer, and he heard her scooting through the shaft, hoping the sound didn’t carry too far into the main part of the warehouse. Getting down from the desk, he sat on the edge of it in front of the door.
Waiting.
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