6.2

Recoiling, you find yourself unable to step back as Boyd quickly grabs onto your arm. You scowl at him while unsuccessfully attempting to free yourself.

"Let me go!" You demand, still struggling against his grasp.

Ignoring your pleas, Boyd tightens his grip and pulls you forward. Exclaiming in discomfort, you feel his broad torso brush against your writhing frame. Slight pain shoots across your body when he forces your arm behind your back.

"There's something you're hiding." He states harshly, swiftly grabbing the wrist of your unrestrained arm before you're able to fight back.

"I'm not." You gasp out, while your struggles are **** to subside.

The hand on your wrist slowly slides up your arm before wrapping around your shoulder. You're unable to stop the large man from forcing you to turn around. The same arm snakes around your upper chest, pulling you back against his firm torso.

"I'm tired of being lied to." Boyd growls softly, leaning his head down closer to you.

Before you can respond, he begins walking backwards, pulling you along with him. Stumbling slightly, you reflexively grab onto his forearm for balance. A minute later he stops once you're on the side of the aircraft facing away from the hangar.

"What do you want?" You whimper and hesitantly look back at the aggressive man.

"I can't afford to have my time wasted." Boyd retorts hostilely, and brushes his fingers across your bare neck somewhat threateningly. "If you're lying about your knowledge I won't be happy."

Your eyes widen as fear and adrenaline flood your body. Aware your choices are limited, you quickly pick the one you think will result in the least backlash.

"I'm not lying... about that." You state slowly while averting your gaze. "I had a map of this area, so I knew about the hangar."

The arm around you flexes, pinning you further against Boyd's now tense frame. Still wary of the man's aggressive behavior, you remain still while taking in shallow breaths of air.

"You have a map."

You startle visibly when the man's low voice is suddenly heard in your ear. Trying to compose yourself, you clear your throat softly before speaking.

"I _had _ a map." You repeat carefully, your pulse increasing with each passing moment.

"I warned you about lying again." Boyd's voice has returned to its harsh, unsympathetic tone. "If it's here I will find it."

You're sure he must be able to hear the sound of your heart pounding against your chest. Regardless, you somehow manage to keep from visibly reacting to his threat. This time you are telling the truth, seeing as you're unaware of the map's current location.

"You looked through my belongings." You quickly retort, encouraged by your realization. "So, you know I'm not lying."

"Yes." You're surprised to hear the man agree so willingly, until he continues. "I searched through your belongings, however, there is something I previously neglected."

A confused look passes over your face as you attempt to understand his meaning. You startle again when his free hand brushes against your side before slipping into the pocket of your jeans.

"Hey!" You exclaim, fruitlessly moving to get away. "What are you doing?"

Boyd remains silent while he pulls the hand back out and reaches around to your other side. An angry flush covers your face as his arm wraps around abdomen.

"Get off me!" Your voice raises in frustration while Boyd rifles around in your other pocket.

"If you have nothing to hide," Boyd finally replies irately, digging his arm deeper into your stomach to keep you still. "You won't mind me checking."

Knowing you have little choice in the matter, you cease struggling. Still glaring, you let out an impatient huff and tilt your head back in his direction.

"Just make it quick." You mutter, looking back forward once you find you're unable to see his face.

In a likely deliberate response, Boyd's movements become slower and more painstaking. His hand slowly leaves your side and runs back across your stomach. You let out a slightly indigent gasp when his fingers slip partially beneath your waistband in the motion. The blush on your face deepens at the sensation of his touch on your soft skin. He takes a step back as his hand continues traveling around, brushing against the small of your back. You're sure it can't get much worse until he turns his attention to the other pockets. Biting your lip, it's hard to ignore his hand sliding down your curves as he continues his investigation.

"Okay, there you go." You hurriedly state once both of your back pockets have been checked. "Are you finished now?"

"Oh, no." Boyd chuckles coldly, running his hand up along your arm. "I've hardly started."