Page 6 of Crimson Love

He’s got to have at least a hundred pounds on me. I have no idea what I did to hurt him.

I tuck my legs together on my hands and knees. “Are you okay?”

Another rumble vibrates through him, but he says nothing. I have no idea how I took down a man as big as him. This entire scenario seems a little melodramatic. It’s not like he’s dead.

I touch his shoulder, give him a little shake, and whisper, “Sir, are you okay? Do I need to call someone?”

He exhales and looks like he’s holding back a million curse words when he opens his eyes to glare at me. “No.”

He doesn’t seem fine. I should either call for help or get up to hide in my office until he leaves before he realizes I work here. The last thing I need is someone to sue the manor because of me. Mr. Donnelly wouldn’t let me work another day of my trial period.

Still, guilt claws at me.

“No?” I stare down into his eyes the color of soot. “Are you sure? Please, tell me you’re sure, because you don’t seem okay.”

His throat bobs as he swallows, and he bats my hair away that’s framing his face. “If you’d move, I could get up so I can get to my room, but you’re holding me hostage on the marble floor.”

I tuck my hair behind my ear, but not before it whispers across his face. “I feel bad. Can I help you up?”

“What in the bloody hell is going on, and why are you on the floor?”

I jerk my head to the side and see none other than my boss standing over us with his hands on his hips.

“Everything is okay, Mr. Donnelly. He said he’s fine,” I ramble.

“I’ll be fine when I get to my room,” the man lying below me growls.

“Damn, Jett. I barely had time to park the car after I dropped you at the front doors. Your sister will have a fucking fit if she wanders down here and sees you like this—which she better not. Harlow is supposed to be resting even though she insists she’s fine.”

Jett?

Wait, this guy is Jett Cross?

Oh, no.

I’ve heard about him.

No.

No, no, no!

And Harlow Madison—the Harlow Madison, as in the billionaire heiress American Princess—is this guy’s sister.

This isn’t just bad. This is the worst possible scenario and will surely be the end of me at the manor.

Harlow Madison is engaged to Mr. Donnelly. She also just had surgery and gave an entire organ to her brother.

The guy I just knocked over and laid out flat on the floor in the middle of the atrium.

Devon stands over us and frowns. “Are you sure you’re okay? Do I need to rush you back to the hospital?”

“I’m fine,” Jett growls.

Devon shakes his head. “You military vets think you can live through anything, even after major surgery. If you’re not fine, Harlow will never forgive me.”

Jett looks anything but fine. “Dammit, I said I was fine, and I’m fine.”

“Shit,” I hiss before I realize what I’m saying and push up, scrambling to my feet. “I mean shoot. I’m sorry. So, so sorry. Here, let me help you up.”