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I turn when the elevator starts to close and I see him on the phone and can’t help hoping that he’s calling his wife, not Dexter.
Dexter is the one person I can’t lie to. If he asks me what’s going on, I’ll never be able to hide my fear.
I need time and space to come up with a plan. That plan might include moving on to another town, another job. My heart aches when I think of leaving the company, leaving Dexter.
But I push those thoughts aside. Dexter would be the first to understand, to tell me that I needed to do what I had to to stay safe.
He’d understand.
ChapterTwo
DEXTER
It took everything in me not to race over when Cullen called to say that Daisy was there. That she seemed to be scared and carrying a bag.
Something’s wrong and I don’t like it. If she’s got a problem I’ll fix it. If she’s scared, I’ll destroy whatever it is with my bare hands.
I fidget in the fucking elevator, my hands clenching and unclenching. It’s early and nobody will be here yet. Except the one person that I’m desperate to see.
Daisy Stephens owns me, heart and soul. Too bad for her. I’m an insane, greedy son of a bitch when it comes to her. I held off as long as I could. I couldn’t wait anymore. I need to see her, check every damn inch of her luscious body to make sure that she’s alright. And if Cullen is right and she’s scared? As soon as I find out what it is, I’m gonna take care of it. I look after what’s mine and as soon as Daisy Stephens walked in my office building on those long, curvy legs with that ass that wouldn’t quit, I knew she was mine.
Her long carrot-red hair and pale green eyes along with pale, pale skin dotted with freckles is stunning to see. I’ve never met a more beautiful woman.
And when I asked her out after she worked for me for a week, she blushed a pretty rose color and said, “I’m sorry. I just can’t date. I’m not the right woman for you, Mr. McKnight. I’m too old and I’ve got too much baggage.”
“I don’t give a shit about age or your baggage. All I care about is how I feel when you’re near me.”
Her head dipped down and she fidgeted with the bun that her gorgeous hair was tortured into. “I can’t,” she whispered.
I knew if I kept going, she’d leave the company. Leave me. Which is never going to happen.
Even if she runs, I’ll find her. I have the security cameras in our office set up to follow her wherever she goes in the building. I know I shouldn’t. It’s wrong. It’s sick. It’s definitely got to be against the law or it’s harassment. I’m not sure what all of it is. But I don’t give a shit.
I will do whatever it takes to take care of my woman. And one of these days, I’ll have her. I’m never going to give up until I do.
The elevator doors open up on the floor of my office and I immediately draw in a deep breath, my eyes rolling back in my head. She’s here. I can smell her. That tempting, sexy as hell floral scent delicately mixed with spice that is so her. Just a little tart and feminine. She’s a perfect specimen of what I’ve always wanted. A gorgeous, sexy woman with a spine like steel and yet soft and sweet. She’s gloriously all woman and she makes the caveman in me stand up and swing a cudgel, roaring out his need. My need.
I stalk down the long hall to my frosted office door and open it after taking a deep breath to get myself under control.
As soon as I walk in that door, I know I’ll be a mess of swirling lust and desire.
I walk in and she doesn’t even turn to look at me. Her desk is to the left side and my office door is to the right. I head left, not even pausing until I’m standing right in front of her.
“What the hell are you doing here, Daisy? Cullen tells me that you showed up and you’ve been here all night.”
I wince at the snap in my harsh voice. She jumps and shivers. I yank back on my caveman.
Keep it under control, bastard. She’s not gonna tell you anything if you don’t get it under control.
“I wanted to get some more work done and I couldn’t concentrate at home.”
I move around her desk and she deliberately keeps her head down, avoiding my eyes.
“I don’t accept that. What’s wrong, Daisy?”
“Nothing,” she says, her voice a soft whisper.
“You can’t even say that loud enough to make yourself believe it let alone me. Tell me the truth.”
