Page 22 of What Comes Around

“That’s a lot of attitude for someone in admin.”

“And you seem very confident for someone without an appointment,” I answered.

Her face flushed.

“I was asked to come.”

“Then you can wait while I confirm it,” I said, turning slightly toward Knox’s door.

She grabbed my wrist.

I glanced at her hand, then at her.

“Let go.”

She released me, but stepped closer instead.

“I will not let you ruin my surprise,” she said tightly.

“So you were not invited,” I said flatly.

Her jaw clenched.

“You’re enjoying this,” she snapped. “I’ll have you fired.”

I lifted a brow. “You’ll have me fired?”

“What do you think he’s going to say when I tell him you were a rude little bitch to me?”

I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice.

“I think the real question is,” I said calmly, “what will you say when people ask why security dragged you out of Sinclair Enterprises.”

Color bloomed across her cheeks.

“You are one snobby little whore,” she hissed.

Her eyes flicked past me toward the door again.

Then she moved.

She shoved past me hard with her shoulder.

I stumbled sideways into Linda’s desk, my hip catching the edge. A stack of folders slid off. A pen holder tipped, scattering across the floor.

I caught myself against the desk just as Knox’s door opened.

Titan burst out first.

The dog planted himself between us, a deep warning growl vibrating through his chest.

Knox stepped out after him. His eyes took in the scene in a single second, and the temperature in the hallway seemed to drop.

“Titan. Enough.”

The growl stopped instantly, but Titan didn’t move. His eyes stayed locked on her.

“What the hell is going on here?” Knox’s voice was low. Dangerous.