Clover's breath caught in her throat as she peered at the clamps. Why did he keep such things in the drawer. She felt her cheeks heating up, what other things did he keep tucked away. He wasn't a simple man who would push a woman 9ver desk, take five minutes and be done. She reminded herself he was clever.<br/><br/>"Clover Field, it's clover field," she quickly responded as she eyes the third clamp with suspicion. She could assume what it would before, it seemed more torturous then the fingers plucking at her nipples and making them hard. They weren't the only thing hard. She could feel him pressing against her. Her fingertips brushed the belt of his pants.<br/><br/>She wasn't getting out of this.<br/><br/>"I'm really a red head,"  she was trying to distract him from the idea of using those clamps. "It's an expensive wig, so it my dress do you think we could be careful not to rip it," she cooked curling her fingers into the belt loop, she was slightly bent at the hip, her head tilting to try and peek at him.<br/><br/>"There won't be a record to find, you're the first to catch me," she admitted. Everything had been going well, how it had failed. She wouldn't know Aaron hadn't been able to get fully into the system.<br/><br/>She had been an expected casualtie, the chance of her escaping slim. She didn't know Nathan and his blooming business was the target.  They wanted it to look weak. That what the USB was for, a virus to add to his trouble. There was a back up plan, they offer the fix for a more cash then the necklace would of brought.<br/><br/>She didn't know this, she simply knew she was caught by Nathan, his intruding touch starting to make her feel warm and nervous.