The Prince's Resistant Lover by Elizabeth Lennox Read Free Book Online

that he’d been tracking was right there, in her laptop. He also realized that she’d set up automated runs to delve into several more company databases. Not all his companies, but some were his, others were smaller companies that he knew of but didn’t really care about. He supposed he should be relieved that she wasn’t targeting just his companies but had spread her illegal activities over several corporations.
    A fierce anger settled over him and he clicked a few more keys. As he leaned back against the rough cushions of her sofa, analytically he had to admit that she was very good. Her code was creative and well thought out. If he hadn’t had an anti-cyber threat team on top of his digital infrastructure, he probably wouldn’t have known that she’d gotten in and out so quickly.
    What the hell was she doing with the information? He searched around in a few more files, not concerned in the least with invading her privacy, but he couldn’t come up with any information that would tell him what she was doing with the data. If she was smart, she was storing her illicitly obtained information off-site or selling it immediately. Either way, he wasn’t going to let her get away with her theft.
    But he needed to know who she sold the information to. His companies might be vulnerable, as could Surisia and that he simply couldn’t allow. It wasn’t just his responsibility to protect his country and see to her best interests, it was his passion. He wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt his homeland, even if the person in question had the softest breasts, the most amazing smile or the cutest derriere he’d ever seen.
    He stepped into her tiny shower, even furious that she hadn’t allowed him to take her out of this pit and set her up in his apartment where she would be in the lap of luxury. He was a generous lover and she would know that if she weren’t so stubborn.
    Which brought something else to mind. If she was selling corporate information to his competitors or Surisia’s enemies, what was she doing with the money? She certainly wasn’t spending it on her wardrobe or her home.
    It didn’t matter. He’d find out all of her secrets, get a list of everyone she’d sold the information to and then he would turn her over to the authorities.
    When he was once again dressed, he looked down at the sleeping beauty, stunned by how quickly his body reacted to just the sight of her.
    He gritted his teeth, furious with himself for being so weak. He glared at Wyndi, seething that she had so much power over him. He’d been lured into her trap and he’d willingly, desperately sought her out as if she were the key to his breathing yesterday.
    Not anymore, he promised himself silently, stuffing her clothes into a bag. Today, he would ensure that he had the control. Yes, he thought, thinking of her lovely, delicate wrists tied above her head so that he could do anything he wanted to her lovely, sexy body. The idea of her being at his mercy, of controlling her and regaining a sense of himself in the process, was a heady thought.
    Bending low, he lifted her into his arms. A gentleman would wake her and tell her what he was going to do, but he didn’t feel very gentlemanly at the moment. In fact, he felt decidedly cave-man like. He nodded to his driver who jumped up and opened the door for him. Tamar didn’t even hesitate as he stepped into the vehicle, handing the bag containing a pair of jeans and tee shirt to his driver which would be stored in the trunk.
    A moment after the door closed, they glided away from the curb, off to the airport. Wyndi didn’t even stir as he held her in his arms. He should push her off and let her sleep on the seat, but something inside of him wouldn’t do that to her. He told himself it was only because he didn’t want her to wake up before they were in the air. It would simply be easier for everyone, herself included, if she slept through the whole departure process.
    When they arrived at the airport,