I didn't like being told what to do, especially not by him.
Gritting my teeth and holding my breath, I stepped forward and quickly rifled through the pockets of the guy on top. I didn't find anything, so I patted down the tops of his arms and then his legs, and checked inside the boots he wore. I didn't find anything, and I didn't know if I should be relieved or disappointed. At least if I'd found something, I wouldn't need to check the next body.
Turning my face to take a gulp of moderately fresher air, I caught sight of X watching me. I didn't like the way he looked at me, or perhaps I didn't like the way him looking at me made me feel. I had to keep reminding myself that he wanted me dead, even if he did constantly look at me as though I was already naked.
What would he be like in bed? Rough and forceful, I'd bet, and knowing exactly what he was doing.
A s.h.i.+ver ran through me and condensed deep between my thighs.
I was a sick puppy. How could I be thinking about s.e.x when I had two dead guys beside me? Although, admittedly, it had been a while. I guessed I was just desperate.
I had to move the top man to get to the one underneath, rolling his body to one side. Holding my breath once more, I shoved my hands into his pockets, searching. My fingers closed around cool, slim metal and I grabbed it, quickly stepping away.
In delight, I lifted the phone in the air to show X in a moment of triumph.
He looked back at me, that same triumph reflected in his cool gaze. "What did I tell you?"
I checked the screen. The phone still had battery charge, but wasn't showing any texts or missed calls. Of course, there wasn't any cell coverage down here, so someone might have been trying to get in touch, but had only been reaching voice mail.
"I need to take it upstairs," I told X. "It's the only way I'll see if any missed calls or texts come through."
I didn't know why I was telling him, as though I was asking for permission for some stupid reason.
He nodded. "Okay, come straight back down. I want to know."
Again, he was telling me what to do, but I found myself wanting to tell him. I couldn't remember the last time I had someone I could confide in or bounce ideas off of.
Nope, don't go there. He's a killer. Don't forget that!
I had no idea why my mind kept trying to turn him into an ally. Was I so starved of friends.h.i.+p I would take someone who had only come here to murder me?
Keeping the gun with me, and making sure there weren't any sharp implements anywhere near where X sat, I hurried back up the stairs. I stood in the open doorway, so I could still keep an eye on my captive, and held the phone in the air. For a moment, nothing happened and a sense of relief flooded through me, but then the phone began to vibrate.
I didn't like the tremor in my hand as I pulled the phone back down and checked the screen. There were three text messages waiting,
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