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“Sure,” he finally replied. “How about you?”
“I’m still getting acquainted with the project and meeting everyone.”
“Shouldn’t you be with him at this meeting?”
“I wouldn’t have been of any assistance. I don’t know anything about the project yet. Besides, I’m still handling all the paperwork with Michelle for my contract.”
Another long, hard look studied my face as I tried to find somewhere else to look besides straight into his sharp, steely eyes that held more questions than a police interrogation.
“Has he threatened you?”
“What? No!” Finally, there was no hesitation in my voice. “Why would you ask that?”
“Because I know my son. Please come to me if—”
“There you are, Adrian.” A deep voice croaked from behind him, sending a shrill shiver down my spine.
Mr. Dornier turned to face the man, opening my line of vision towards him. I had seen him before. The eerie stranger sitting in the waiting room before the interview. Another shiver chilled my skin at the sight of his grin directed at me.
I couldn’t forget this man even if I tried. He had this decadent look to him as if he was decomposing pre-mortem. Sinister and bone-chilling all around.
His ice blue eyes skimmed from my face to my waist where the table hid the rest of me, pausing on my chest for a moment too long. His gaze was greedy and consuming in all the wrong ways.
“Ah, Mr. Mercier. Bienvenue.” Welcome. Mr. Dornier’s voice changed completely, accommodating his french accent more evidently. “Let’s talk in my office.”
Thankfully, the two men walked away, leaving me behind.
For a moment, my brain took a break from thinking about Liam, directing every cell into forgetting the ill feeling that stranger seemed to awaken in me every time we met.
But it was a short intermission. The shut door to an empty office right in front of me mocked my fluttering stomach every time my mind wandered to his kisses.
For another two days, I went home with depleted hope, only to wake up the next morning with a new reserve that I slowly lost through the course of yet another day of Liam’s absence. Every time I asked Michelle if he was coming, she just shrugged and left me without an answer.
He was nowhere to be found, and with little to do without his orientation, I couldn’t stop my mind from running wild. It had gotten so bad I was having fantasies about him while I sat at my desk looking at that damn door, which was not smart at all. How would I hold a straight face and not think about all the raw and nasty things my mind had him doing to me?
I had felt anxious about coming to work on Monday, fearing having to face him after humping him in the elevator. Somehow, this impasse was so much worse.
My anxiety had skyrocketed and each time a man walked in front of that door, my heart stopped for a second before I realized it wasn’t him.
Yet time brought clarity. It wasn’t fear of facing him that I felt. I was looking forward to it, and damn if that didn’t make things all the more complicated.
It was as if my skin missed his touch and my lips needed his kisses. The more I forced myself to think I didn’t want those things, the more I felt the exact opposite. The more upset I got at the prospect of not having them again.
Bad, bad sign.
These fantasies had fed the image of him to a point that the stars in my eyes were blinding. The signs of danger were evident, and I had to do everything in my power not to burn. At least I still had the good sense to know Liam wouldn’t have given me a second thought. Not in that way, at least.
My phone lit with the perfect solution to my predicament. A reply to a submission I had made for another company before landing this job. They wanted to meet with me to settle the terms of my admission.
I traced the cracked screen with the tip of my finger, going back to the moment I broke it as I bumped into Liam. My gut twisted at the thought of leaving AD and never looking back, yet somehow it seemed like the best thing to do. My future here was already tainted anyway.
I had fallen under the spell of a man I met once. A man who had treated me like a piece of trash only to personally take me to heaven a few minutes after.
Clearly, I had issues.
I had to keep reminding myself that Liam didn’t want me here. He had been perfectly clear about that during the interview. He hated my guts for some odd reason.
Fueled by that thought, I quickly wrote a reply, scheduling the meeting for the beginning of the week, reading it over and over as I fought to find the courage to hit the send button.
