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Cringing, I keep my head down and slide my laptop in front of me, trying to hide behind the screen. The last thing I need is for that man to recognize me and relay to Maddox how I told him to suck a dick, even though he deserved it.
Maddox tears his gaze away from me and says something to the man who sits in a chair across from Maddox’s desk, but I don’t hear what.
The comm on my phone turns on, the sound of static tickling my ears before a gruff voice says, “Coffee. Now.”
I want to die right now.
I want to crawl into a hole and never come out, or pretend I’m an ostrich and bury my face in the sand. Anything to prevent me from having to go in there and face that man.
But I know I can’t.
So, taking a deep breath, I head over to the coffee bar at the back of my office. Following the directions, I make Maddox a cup of dark roast coffee. I catch my terrified gaze in the shiny surface of the coffee pot and try to school my features. Stopping at my desk, I throw on a quick coat of lipstick and tug my dress down as far as it will go. Then, trying to still my trembling hands, I walk across the hall.
Maddox doesn’t even acknowledge me as I bring him his coffee, but the conversation immediately stops.
“So you work for Maddox Dixen, hmm? I thought you said thathebroughtyoucoffee?” the nameless man sneers.
Can he just fucking die right now? The embarrassment is almost too much to handle.
I unload the coffee, intending to ignore him, and turn to leave.
“Do you know this man, O’Brien?”
My hands clench into fists as I turn to face the dark gazes of the two men, very aware of my protruding nipples and the police wire. “We met down in the parking garage.”
“Quite a mouth on her, this one,” the man says with a scoff, grabbing his pathetic crotch. “A mouth like that needs filling.”
Maddox rises, the veins in his neck bulging, and for a moment, fear surges in me, terror that I’ve somehow pissed him off. I even stagger back under the sudden change and fury I feel coming off him in waves.
“Talk about her like that again, and I’ll shove my gun so far down your fucking throat that you’ll be begging for me to pull the trigger before you choke to death.”
My jaw drops, and the man’s face pales. “I—I didn’t—”
“Get the fuck out of my office,” Maddox growls, watching the man cower and slink out into the hall before running to the elevators.
So many things are running through my head. Maddox just defended me. Maybe he doesn’t despise me as much as I thought he did…and why was that threat so hot? Why am I now imagining him shoving his gun down my throat like a cock, forcing me to my knees?
I almost smile at him when his scowl returns behind his short, coarse dark beard. He sinks back into his chair, pulls his coffee in front of him, then growls, “You’re late. Get back to work,” without even glancing up at me.
Okay then.
Thanks to you too, dickhead.
