“Please, Master. It’s not safe.”
When the humungous alpha called tiny and frail ParisMaster, I wanted to leave the room and give them privacy. Why did that sound so sexual? Was it because I’d seen the pics?
“I’m sorry, Boone,” Paris said mildly.
“No, Master. Please. I can’t.”
“You will stay behind,” Paris stated loud enough for his voice to echo. “That’s an order.”
Boone clenched his jaw and dropped his gaze. He was all but trembling but said nothing.
Paris stood. “We’ll leave tomorrow at nine. Good night.”
“Good night,” Lothair and I said simultaneously, both of us a little stunned by the interaction we’d just witnessed.
Paris Olivier floated out of the room with his chin high, his bodyguard stalking behind him.
“Wow,” Lothair murmured when they were gone.
“Yeah.” Wow indeed.
“Any more strategy points we should talk about before I go and meet that slime stain?” Lothair asked.
“Let’s update Devon first.” I wanted to hear my boss’s opinion on Paris’s plan.
“Okay.”
20
Married
LOTHAIR
After consulting his boss,Terry agreed to stay with Boone in the parking garage of a neighboring hotel. Kim and two men from Paris’s team accompanied us to the door.
Paris and I entered the aging building where Carlos rented an office on the fifteenth floor. We took the elevator but didn’t speak since we shared it with three others.
Carlos’s secretary, a young alpha whose name I always forgot, tried to stop us with, “If you just wait, I’ll let Mr. Sorensen know…” Paris ignored him and marched forward. He walked into Carlos’s office and looked around before scanning Carlos up and down.
My ex-manager looked smug, with no hint of his usual nervousness. Maybe he was relieved he didn’t have to pretend to give a shit anymore. But what was more worrying was that he seemed sure of himself. Like he had already won.
Paris lowered himself into a chair and casually crossedhis legs. His face showed nothing. No emotion, no message, just a cold mask.
“Can I offer you a drink, Mr. Olivier?” Carlos said.
“Thank you, I’m good.”
“Lothair?”
“Can we get to the point?”
Carlos put the carafe down with a shrug. “Are you in a hurry?”
“In fact, yes,” I said. “How much do you want?”
The bastard had the gall to laugh. “You think I wantmoney?”
Chuckling, he walked around his desk and opened a drawer to pull out two stacks of papers. Then he shoved them toward us and added a pen on top of each.
