Page 36 of Man Hunt


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“I sent you an email,” Maverick said, once we’d put all of Scout’s new things in the trunk and settled into his car.

The dog was in the back seat, pushing his head out the open window, bone in his mouth. He hadn’t set it down since I handed it to him. I didn’t know how long he’d been in the shelter, but if I’d been locked up like he had, offered freedom and a big treat, I probably wouldn’t let it go either.

“Oh?”

Maverick pulled his car out of the parking spot, glancing over his shoulder as he did so. The windows were down and the warm air swirled around us. This had to be a rental, but it was more muscle than the usual loaner. Being CEO of a billion-dollar company, I assumed he didn’t fly commercial to get here, so whoever arranged his travel arranged for this as well. His assistant, I assumed, who’d also shared his favorite sandwich for the meeting yesterday.

“Can you pull it up on your phone?” he asked, his gaze on the road.

“Yes. Is it about the report? We can go over the details over lunch.” I shouldn’t be surprised he wanted to work, even on a Saturday. I’d hoped that when he’d met with Ed and Bixby at the site the day before, he’d have gotten all his issues resolved. Obviously not. “If you want sandwiches, turn here and go down a block.”

He drove where I pointed and within a minute, parked in front of my favorite deli. It was where I’d gotten lunch for the meeting the day before, but since the sandwiches were so good, I could eat them all the time.

After shutting off the engine, he turned in his seat, setting his forearm on the steering wheel.

“I’ll get the food and you can read it.”

I could only nod because he was my boss. If he wanted to work over lunch, then that was what we would do.

“Okay. Sure.”

His eyes met mine. “Promise me, that whatever you read, you won’t run. That you’ll be here when I come back out.”

A shot of worry had me panicking. Why would he ask that of me? “You’re not firing me? I mean, you could just tell me, right? It doesn’t need to be all official in an email.” I asked, wondering if running was exactly what I should do. Except he’d had plenty of time to terminate my job already today and hadn’t yet, but I still had to ask.

His eyes softened and so did his voice. “No, baby. I’m not firing you.”

He reached up, stroked a finger down my cheek. Heat sizzled in the same path.

“You’ll be here?” His dark eyes held mine as he asked.

I nodded and seemingly satisfied, he unfolded himself from the car.

I stared after him as he went inside. Scout hopped into the front and sat in the driver’s seat. Watched out the window.

Grabbing my cell, I pulled up my work email, then scrolled through my inbox and opened the one from Maverick. He’d sent it last night.

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Baby,

Now you have leverage over me. You can take this to HR at any time. While I do own the company, the board of directors can fire me. You can make a hefty settlement from using this.

I know your email was a mistake but what you wrote was the truth.

This is all true too.

Mav

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I read it twice, then opened the attachment called Sex Quiz.

Who do you want to do it with?

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