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I rolled my shoulders, feeling stiff from all the anger I’d just experienced. Part of me wanted to go back in there and throw him against the wall, tell him to stay away from Magda or I’d kill him. It was intense, and I didn’t like the way it made me feel.
Had I fallen in love with my best friend’s daughter?
MAGDA
I couldn’t believeI let myself fall for Roarke Brentwood. He was my boss and my father’s best friend, and I knew all of that before I got myself into this mess. What was I thinking? The sex was one thing, but the way I felt now—my heart ached.
I didn’t think I’d ever truly had my heart broken before. I thought I had, but this felt different. This feltawful.
I felt like I was going to be sick, I felt so bad. I was in my office, trying not to cry, when I heard the ruckus outside in the lobby. When I walked out to the lobby, my father was dragging Roarke away and Mark was on the floor bleeding.
“Oh my God,” I said, rushing to Mark.
“I’m fine,” he said, but he sounded breathless.
Mark had been bothering me, stalking me, but at the moment, that didn’t matter. He was hurt and I didn’t condone violence, particularly in the workplace. And if I was right, this somehow involved me, which just made me feel bad, like I was creating drama in the office.
“What the hell happened?” someone asked, and Mark shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he said. “He just hauled off and hit me.”
I frowned. What was this all about. Was Roarke jealous? That was ridiculous, because he didn’t actually care about me. It had just been just sex between us, even if I’d developed some feelings. And he had broken it off.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, and Mark smiled.
“It’s not your fault, honey.”
I wanted to wrinkle my nose at the pet name, but I didn’t, just forcing a smile back.
“You sure you’re okay?”
He nodded, and I touched his arm comfortingly and then walked past him outside, where I saw Roarke and my father going out to the bridge.
My father gave me a look and walked past me, going back toward his office, and I swallowed hard. I wondered what Roarke had said to him. I wondered if he told him. I didn’t think he would, but who knew. Roarke was turning out to be a bit of a loose cannon.
Roarke was leaning against the bridge railing, his head tilted back, and for a moment I froze, looking at his side profile. His jaw was so sharp and the few tendrils of silver around his temples looked bright in the sunlight.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, focusing on my anger and not my attraction to Roarke. Not my feelings for Roarke. If I focused on those, this would be a wholly different conversation.
Roarke set his jaw and looked at me. “Mark fucking Windham said he was going to have you on his dick in no time.”
I startled, blinking. “He didn’t say that.”
“Yes, he fucking did,” Roarke growled. “Are you calling me a liar?”
“No, but you must have misheard or something—”
Roarke cut me off, taking a few steps toward me. “I didn’t mishear. You're being obtuse on purpose. Mark Windham is a snake and a liar.” He scoffed. “I guess that makes you two of a kind. Go ahead and fuck him if you want to.”
“Maybe I will,” I shot back, even though I had absolutely no intention of doing so. I was just soangry.
Something like rage flooded all over Roarke’s handsome face.
“You wouldn’t,” he said softly, his voice low and almost eerie.
I set my jaw, my chin tilting up as I looked at him.
“You don't know what I would and wouldn't do,” I told him, and Roarke looked at me again, staring down at my mouth.
