anna

year

ne morning as we rode in the elevator together. There were about three other people i

eneurs?"

n." He said. "You know

talking about underwear with Lance. Lance had zeroed in on Canyon stock prices as having gr

f work I've piled up for you," He said sheepishly. "but I'd app

s for names. Or being nice. Knowing that didn't stop my heart from skipping a beat. My fin

said, avoiding his

ame during the meeting. It had begun with just inappropriate stares. St

g. The last thing I wanted was for people to think I was some obnoxious little

I would consider modeling for him. I tried to decline as politely and shortly as possible so I wouldn't be considered rude or worse, flirty. I tried to make

skirt. "Sure about that? He had whispered close to my ear. "I could ma

et, sending my clenched fist crashing into his face w

and Lance walked in. His eyes swept through the scene. Cameron's bloodied nose, Grant's look of shock

e said calmly, turning to Cameron. "Our secur

ive me, Adrianna. You

rning cold and murderous. "You remembe

bulged out of their sockets. "That..." he pointed at

ge." He advised, his voice lethal. "I might hit

smart enough

ke sure you end up bankrupt and living in your mother's basement again." He paused. "T

e with the both of us in it

" he asked, looki

n." He said after a pause. "

t his praise. He suddenly frowned, taking my fist in his palm

y knuckles. He looked at me, his eyes falling on a spot right below my left

ned it. When his eyes met mine, they were heated and unfocused. I felt my pulse quicken under

", snapping us both out of it. I pulled m

the window-it seemed intrusive and was covered by nude blinds, anyway. I signed, running my palms over my skirt. It was shorter than the shirts I usually wear, stopping just above my knee. I wonde

st have to let me get t

tall, with jet-black hair running down her shoulder like a waterfal

l, with grey eyes, a soft mouth, an

ace tilted to the