Read The Mating Call: Drekinn Series Online
Authors: Jana Leigh
Tags: #Romance, #erotica, #Paranormal Romance, #jana leigh, #shifter romance, #werewolves, #new release, #futuristic
She could see the key strokes as he made them, even if he was going fast. When he hit the last key, she wanted to wince from the scroll of notations that filled the screen. The man frowned and looked at her. She wasn’t certain what that meant.
He began to type again and talk to himself; Phoebe strained to listen to see if she could hear what he was saying. Junior was rolling his eyes and using his pointer finger; he made a circular motion at the side of his head, trying to indicate the little man was crazy.
Rocco chuckled and shifted a little closer to Phoebe. This was taking too long. "I really don't see why I have to stand here while you try to find some nonexistent evidence about me. In fact, I'm offended. I thought this would work out, but obviously, it just didn't. So if you would please take this as my verbal termination, I am leaving," she said and held her head high and walked to the door.
"Wait," Junior called, and the grinned evilly. "I knew there was more to you than met the eye; I think maybe you need to stick around for a few more minutes."
Phoebe turned and glared at her half-brother, wanting to spit in his face. "I respectfully will have to decline that invitation," she said with a snarky tone, and Junior's face turned red.
"No, I really don't think you will," he said and then nodded to Rocco, who grabbed her arm and held her tightly. She gasped at the intrusion of personal space and looked at the small man who was still working on the computer.
"Sir, it will take me hours to get rid of the program that overwrote what we discovered earlier. I don't know who wrote this, but they are good. All the files we looked at earlier have been changed and tainted," the mouse said.
That was what she was thinking he looked like—a little, scared mouse. She was too, but finding her real family and putting the men in jail that killed her mother were more important to her than hiding behind her persona she had developed.
"Looks like we need to spend a little more time together, Rocco take her to the other room. I will be in there shortly," Junior said and turned his back, then looked over his shoulder. "Make sure she’s ready to start answering questions, will ya? I just had my suit pressed and don't want it wrinkled."
Phoebe felt her eyes grow large, shit, she was in trouble. Rocco just grunted and nodded, then gripped her arm tighter before pulling her behind him. She tried to make her shoes catch on the floor and give her leverage to pull away, but the granny shoes just slipped. She was really going to have to complain to the maker of the shoes—they said slip resistant, but they were obviously not working. Although it could be because the three hundred pound, scary man who was pulling her, but Phoebe wasn't thinking like that.
She began to think of a way to get the man to let her go. "I have to go to the bathroom," she blurted out.
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