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Fucking bastards.
There are stacks of blank cards, notepads, and even business cards. How the fuck they got these here so fast, I haven’t got a clue. The next drawer down contains folders and more pads of paper. The one under that won’t open. I see it has a lock on it, and I wonder if the key is shoved somewhere else in the desk. Rifling through all the others, I only find more supplies—printer paper, ink cartridges, and even a drawer lined with snacks, but no key.
Hmm.
What could they be hiding in there that they don’t want me to see? In my own fucking desk, no less!
Scowling, I pull the laptop in front of me and lift the lid. The screen turns on, and staring back at me are the faces of the three men I’m investigating. Headshots of each man fill the screen—Maddox’s dark stare, Rogan’s smug grin, and Alistair’s charming smile.
I’m prompted to enter a password, which of course I don’t fucking know. Grumbling to myself, I shut the lid, push the laptop away from me, and rest my elbows on my desk, holding my head in my hands.
The man arguing with Maddox spits on the floor of the office in his anger, and my eyes go wide. This won’t be good.
“Did you just fucking spit on my floor?” Maddox says with an eerie calm that’s scarier than if he was shouting.
The man raises his hands in front of his face, stuttering as he realizes his mistake. “N-No! I-I didn’t—”
“How. Dare. You.” Maddox speaks slowly and clearly, almost growling out each word. He rises from behind his desk, a hulking beast of a man, and moves around it with surprising agility. His tailored jacket is stretched tight over his chest as he puffs it out, standing to his full height.
Maddox could be a wolf shifter in one of those kinky reverse harem books I read. Shit, I wouldn’t even be surprised if he shifted right now and tore this guy’s throat out of his neck. Why would the idea of watching that, of seeing him covered in blood, be so hot?
“No one disrespects me in my own office.” Before the man can reply, Maddox retracts his fist, then smashes it into the guy’s face. A sickening crunch sounds as blood spatters across his glass wall. The man howls and drops to his knees while holding what is more than likely a broken nose. “Get the fuck out of here. Tell your fucking boss that the next time I see your face, I’m breaking it.”
Maddox grabs the guy by the back of his shirt and hauls him out of his office with ease. Blubbered apologies are given, sounding nasally through his broken nose as Maddox tosses him into the awaiting elevator and presses the down arrow.
Maddox turns, heading back to his office without so much as a final glance at the broken man.
Dumbfounded, I can only stare as the largest Dixen brother stomps back to his office with a spray of blood across his face, his knuckles bleeding. I must be a sick woman, because the sight of him has my pussy dampening. Such violence and strength wound up so tight into one man is turning me on. How I’d love to be the one who unravels him.
Maddox lowers himself into his chair, his eyes locked on mine, and he presses something on his desk. A second later, his voice sounds through the phone on my desk. “O’Brien, get in here now.”
Hands shaking, I push away from my chair and walk across the hall, taking care to step over the pool of blood on the floor. Maddox makes no attempt to hide his perusal of my outfit. Everywhere he looks is purposeful. His gaze lingers on my chest longer than anywhere else, which makes me panic for a moment that he can see the wire. Finally, he flicks his eyes up to mine, causing my heart to pitter-patter rapidly. “You’re late.”
I almost stomp my foot but think better of it. “I was actually on time, thank you very much. One minute early to be exact.”
He drums his bloodied fingers on his desk. “No. You start before we do. Bottom line. Tomorrow, be sure your ass is here before all of us, or there’ll be hell to pay.”
Okay, now he’s pissing me off. “Then what time would you like me here, Mr. Dixen?” I ask, cocking my hip out and putting some snark into my words.
He raises one dark eyebrow at me. “I said before all of us.”
“You know that’s not very helpful, right?” I instantly regret my stupid fucking mouth as he rises slowly from his chair and walks around the desk. I just saw Maddox pick up a grown ass man like a purse and throw him out, and here I am being snarky.Smart, Rory. He stops before me, making me swallow as those dark eyes hold mine without so much as a blink.
Maddox is fucking huge, and I feel like a child as I crane my neck to look at him.
He extends one hand and gathers my hair in his fist. I’m too frozen to even try to stop him as he pulls on the roots, forcing me to stare right into his eyes. I can feel the power in his grasp, the alpha male persona coming off him in waves. He scares me as much as he turns me on. “Don’t fucking test me, O’Brien, because I can guaran-fucking-tee you will fail.”
Why do I want to do exactly that? But then a voice interrupts us.
“Let go of our new employee, Maddox. You’re going to scare the piss out of her on her first day, and she’s wearing awfully expensive panties. I’d hate to see them ruined.”
Maddox flicks his gaze behind me, growling as he releases my hair before returning to his chair. I turn my head and see Alistair leaning against the doorframe, holding a stainless steel coffee thermos in his hand with the Dixen Enterprises logo on the front. He plasters on one of his charming smiles, his blue eyes sparkling as he gestures for me to come with him.
Just as I pass him and step out into the hallway, Maddox calls, “And you forgot my fucking coffee.”
I turn back, letting the irritation show on my face. “Did you ask me for coffee?”
He juts his chin behind me, and I follow his gaze to the coffee bar set up in my office. Storming over to the yellow sticky note stuck on it with precise directions on how he likes his coffee, I can only be mad at myself. “I’m sorry, Mr. Dixen,” I mutter. “I didn’t see the note. It won’t happen again.”
