I now had an unobstructed view of his face. The face of a murderer shouldn’t be that sexy and alluring. He should look like a hideous beast or have horns as a warning. Instead, he had the most unusual blue eyes I’d ever seen, with a strong jaw and messy sandy-blonde hair that I wanted to run my fingers through. He had tattoos along his fingers and hands that shouldn’t be sexy, but they made me pant, but that damn Joker tattoo looked like it was mocking me.

Stop it.

“What I’m doing, Sunshine is schoolwork,” he said and leaned forward to set the laptop on the large metal table.

I didn’t want to look at the table too closely. The shiny metal piece was large and sturdy looking, but the draining edge and the rings that held thick leather straps made the sandwich I’d just finished want to reappear.

“You’re attending school?”

“No.”

I lifted a brow at him, and the corner of his mouth curled up, and once more, I felt like I was wearing entirely too many clothes and simultaneously not enough. My eyes traveled from his face to the screen, and my mouth dropped open as I stared at the FBI symbol in the corner.

“My school?”

“Closer. I always did like a good game of hot and cold.” He leaned his elbows on his knees to look me directly in the eyes. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to shrink away. “Try again.”

Grabbing the water, I chugged the glass down and pushed myself to my feet. I leaned closer to the screen, stepping forward as far as the arm and leg bindings would allow. My eyes grew wide as I stared at the username at the top.

“My schoolwork, you’re doing my schoolwork?” My hands balled into fists as a fresh wave of anger flooded my body with adrenaline. “That’s my work. Mine. How did you even gain access to my account?”

He didn’t answer and simply ran the tip of his tongue along his lips as his blue eyes glanced at my chest. I instantly looked down and noticed two of the buttons were open on the fuzzy pajamas he had me put on. My boobs were practically hanging out of the material, and I quickly wrapped my arms around myself to hold the material in place as the annoying heat traveled throughout my body. Cain stood, and as he did, my eyes shot back to his like a wary animal. He held up a cell phone and waved it back and forth, and my eyes followed it like a metronome.

“I’ve had access to your whole world for some time now, Kirby. You’re an exceptionally smart student, even if you hate the program.”

“I don’t hate the program,” I said, and he immediately tsked at me like I was a bad child.

“What did I say about lying to me,” he asked.