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“I could not care less what you need. Like I said, I’ll be waiting. I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t make me late to work.”
Before anyone could say anything else, Alicia made her grand exit out of his greystone and walked to the garage, letting herself in and slipping into the passenger’s seat. It didn’t take long for Brock to join her. They rode to the office in absolute silence. She managed to get out of the Range Rover before Brock could make it around to her side. Catching up with her, he took hold of her upper arm and ushered her up the stairs.
“Let go,” she snarled as she snatched her arm away when they reached the lobby.
She watched him go to the elevator and punch the button to go up. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly and went to work. Fortunately, her job was busy and varied and always kept her hopping.
Alicia had just sat down after making another cup of coffee when she heard the elevator doors open and looked up to see Brock walking—no stalking—across the floor. She kept her back turned as she heard several other people exit the elevator. Whatever had brought Brock to her desk, they’d all come to watch. She supposed they were like a family—one she would miss when she left. Brock most of all.
He slammed down a document on the desk in front of her. “Sign it.”
“That’s not the way to get her to do it,” said Miley, one of the few female Cerberus operatives and a sniper of rare skill.
“I don’t know; it worked fairly well with you,” said Damon, Miley’s fiancé.
“Yeah, but you’re a billionaire and great in the sack.”
She heard Damon’s hand connect with what she guessed was Miley’s backside.
“I find punching them in the nuts tends to make them get their head out of their ass,” offered Miley.
Another sharper smack. Miley started to oomph, but it mutated into a low, throaty laugh. Alicia looked up to see Miley walking backwards, dragging Damon by his tie. His hands were low on her hips, and Miley didn’t appear the least bit afraid.
“Come on, lover,” she purred at him, “let’s go work this out in the dungeon.”
Alicia shook her head, smiling. Miley was her personal hero. Alicia was sure Miley would never have allowed her life to devolve the way Alicia’s had.
“Sign it,” growled Brock.
“Punch him in the nuts,” called Miley as she and Damon disappeared into the Club Southside portion of the building.
“Try it, baby girl, and I’ll make sure you never sit down comfortably again.”
Alicia hated the way her body tingled in response to his threat. She’d never thought she’d respond that way to someone else offering her physical violence but working at Cerberus and getting to know some of the women, she’d begun to understand and accept there was a difference between someone hitting you and consensual discipline.
But she didn’t say any of that. Instead, she picked up the document and without reading it and looking directly up at him, she tore the contract into pieces and threw them into his face.
“I told you not to call me that. Seth, back this asshole off, or I’ll file a hostile workplace suit so fast it’ll make your head spin.” She turned away from Brock and looked directly at Seth. “And if you’re going to continue to provide protection to me, I want someone else assigned to my case, and I will move into one of the rooms on the third floor.”
“The hell you will,” said Brock, angrily.
Curiously, Brock’s anger didn’t frighten her in the least. It aroused the hell out of her, and she was glad she’d opted for her old baggy clothes.
“No can do, Alicia,” said Seth. “Damon is right. Cardinal rule, especially between Doms, is no Dom comes between a Dom and his sub, unless he believes the sub may be in danger.”
“He just threatened to beat me.”
“No. What he did was warn you to settle down and behave and the consequences for not doing so. Personally, I’d back off a little until both of you cool off.”
“She needs to eat lunch,” said Brock.
“I’m not hungry.”
“Bullshit.”
Brock was angry—really angry, and she wasn’t afraid. It was kind of a revelation.
“Alicia, Seth is right. We both need to calm down. Why don’t we go down to the lounge and get some lunch. I’m sure the chef will prepare something. We need to talk.”
