Page 10 of His Little Stowaway

And if I do get undressed, I’m definitely locking the door this time.

I had no idea a man could be as forward as Pearce, just walking in on a girl like that.

Deciding I might just take him up on his offer of a hot shower, I make my way back out to his office to ask about the towels.

My groaning belly reminds me to ask about something to eat too. Even just a cup of coffee would be great right now.

Don’t get too cozy, Brynn. Shower, act nice, and be grateful. Then leave.

This place isn’t where you belong.

I try to ignore my internal dialogue. My thoughts are already racing about how bad I look, how this must be some kind of setup or practical joke.

Seeing Pearce again, even though I just spoke to him. I know that would ease my mind.

As much as something to eat would too. I always get unreasonable when I haven’t eaten.

But he’s not here.

The office is empty.

I call out as loud as I dare, wondering if he’s maybe behind another hidden door someplace, but there’s only silence.

Is this the part where something rotten happens, or do they wait until I’m naked in the shower…? Like in the gym.

Nothing.

I’m just about to take a seat and wait for him when one of the huge doors opens just enough for a slim, tall blonde woman because of the heels to slink in.

She doesn’t see me at first, so I have plenty of time to study her.

Big hair and even bigger boobs.

The kind they have to fill up with something.

At least mine are real.

Her painted face, nails, and six-inch heels make her look like something that’s stepped out of a box in a toy store.

She’s carrying a file and seems to know her way around Pearce’s desk, so I assume she’s a secretary of some sort.

I clear my throat, trying to smile but make a face I know makes me look like I’m having a seizure.

“Hi. I was just...” I start, startling Malibu Barbie when her whole look changes.

That vacant, glassy-eyed expression shifts to something meaningful for a second and then goes vacant.

She presses a button on one of the half dozen phones on Pearce’s desk and holds her hands up, palms facing me.

“Alright, alright… Just. Stay. Calm. Nobody’s going to hurt you…” she croons in a soothing voice backing up a few steps as I scrunch my face in a question.

“Huh?” I ask. “I was just gonna ask where the towels are,” I explain. Wondering if there’s something wrong with this woman mentally as well as physically.

“Just. Stay. Calm,” she says again, her eyes darting to the door, almost like she’s expecting—

The door swings open wide suddenly.

Six huge men in suits appear and not one of them has a towel, I can just tell.

They’re obviously Mr. Pearce’s security team, and before I can say a word I have four of them coming at me, the other two covering rat-me-out Barbie.

My mouth is open, trying to say something, but the feeling of huge hands that don’t have the same warmth or friendliness as Pearce are on me, spinning me around so I almost trip.

“Alright. No need to struggle,” a voice sneers.

“You did the right thing, ma’am,” chimes another. “Don’t know how she got in…” the voice continues before a familiar voice drowns out everyone.

The sheer authority in it canceling out everything.

Pearce.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he booms. So loud even I feel myself trembling.

“Brynn?” he asks, and I can hear him reaching me in three long strides, pushing the guards away from me himself.

“Are you alright?” he asks, ignoring the room, for now, only focusing on me. His eyes pleading with mine for forgiveness.

“I’m so sorry, I only just stepped out for—” he says, his hands stroking my arms above my elbows.

“I called them in,” Malibu Barbie interrupts. “I caught her in here…unauthorized. What was I supposed to do?”

Before he says another word, Pearce creases his mouth in silent apology to me. Satisfied I’m unhurt.

If we were alone, I know or rather I feel like he’d actually lean down and kiss me for some reason.

As if that would actually happen…

His clear, dark eyes rest on mine until the silence is almost unbearable.

The guards are frozen and I can hear Barbie shifting in her heels.

“Well?” she finally says, her nasal voice whining as if she has a say in anything that’s happening.

“Get out,” Pearce says calmly.

His eyes are on mine, and I know he’s not talking to me.

He’s talking to them.

All of them.

“Get. Out,” he repeats, sounding colder. Like a man who’s measuring his temper before he fully loses his shit.

“But I—” Barbie whines. The men know when the going’s good and start to file out.

“All of you can head down to HR. Your severance will be waiting. If you’re within fifteen miles of this building in an hour I’ll deal with you myself,” Pearce growls, shifting his eyes to each of them in turn.

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