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What was wrong with her? The collision hadn’t just left her stunned; it made her thoughts reel.
Still imprisoning her, he swept his gaze down her, and when he met her eyes, the usual glacial ice had vanished from his, replaced by something she didn’t recognize.Interest, maybe?
Why was her mouth suddenly dry? And why was she still standing so close to him?
“Are you going somewhere, Ms. Robbins?”
In her usual crisp and professional manner, she replied with a question of her own. “If you’ll excuse me?” Technically she was off the clock. Even if she wasn’t, she owed him zero explanation about what she did in her free time. With fierce resolve, she shrugged out of his grip and took a step back.
“Enjoy your weekend,” he said.
“Or the small part that’s left of it.” She turned to stride away, aware of his heated gaze watching her.
In the silence, her heels tapped a frantic rhythm on the tiles, matching the pounding of her pulse.Please stay where you are. Or take the stairs.
Of course he did no such thing.
His footsteps like thunderbolts, he devoured the distance between them. “Allow me.” He reached around her to press the elevator call button. “It’s late. Can I walk you to your car?”
Narrowing her gaze, she looked over her shoulder at him.Who are you?Someone had clearly taken over his body and infused it with some human consideration. “I didn’t drive.”
He stood next to her, closer than comfortable. “I’m happy to drop you somewhere.”
“I have a ride coming.” And she definitely didn’t want Frost to know she was going to their BDSM club.
The compartment’s doors opened, and he turned up a palm, inviting her to precede him inside.
“I forgot something in my office.” The lie fell from her lips as easily as it did desperately.
“Ah.”
As she pressed the UP button, he nodded. “I see.”
“Good night, Mr. Frost.”
“Remain in the lobby until your vehicle arrives.”
Her late hours had never bothered him before. At least to his credit, one of his first acts after taking over as CEO was to instruct security to ensure people made it to their cars safely if it was dark outside. And she was able to park nearby on the days she drove herself.
Once she was safely back upstairs, she collapsed into the chair behind her desk.
Her shoulders still tingled from the memory of his touch, and her breath rushed out in frantic bursts.
What the heck had happened on the fourteenth floor? And more, why had her nemesis impacted her so profoundly?
Until now, their exchanges had been limited to work-related themes, so much so that it didn’t occur to her to wonder what he did after hours. And she’d certainly never considered him to be anything other than an overbearing tyrant.
When her fingers stopped trembling and she was able to shake off the aftereffects of the unwelcome exchange, she forced herself to refocus.
Running into Frost and coming back upstairs cost her time she didn’t really have. Mistress Aviana, the club’s owner, had requested that Kaylee arrive no later than ten thirty. At this rate, she’d be lucky to get there by eleven.
With a sigh, she picked up her phone to continue summoning a ride.
Eventually, praying Frost had left the premises, she returned to the bank of elevators. Hyperaware of every sound, she paced. The bosshole would never again catch her off guard.
A few minutes later, her vehicle arrived, and soon the sedan threaded its way through the preholiday revelers spilling from bars and into the French Quarter’s streets.
Because the journey had been so slow and harrowing, she doubled the driver’s usual tip.
