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A second email from Reginald came a few minutes ago. She hoped Jake had done a good job of discouraging him. Unfortunately, Reginald was persistent. The email redefined the terms. He doubled the financial aspect of his agreement and added an additional sign-on bonus. She desperately needed a few minutes of quiet. Switching off her computer to lie on the floor seemed like a good idea at the time. She didn’t expect Ben to look for her.
Her eyes were closed, and her arms rested at her sides. Angelina was not fine. Ben scanned the room, looking for the person responsible for this. Finding no one, he turned his focus on her.
“Tell me what happened,” he commanded as he ran his hands over her body, checking for injuries.
“Long day,” she groaned as she blinked open her eyes.
“Are you hurt?”
“No.”
Ben exhaled. The weight that settled on him when he saw her lying on the floor lifted. Sliding to sit on the floor, he pulled her onto his lap. She melted against him without a fight. After this morning’s sendoff was a punch to the nose, he knew something else had happened today. His badass woman was so full of fire when she tossed him out of her office. He was hard by the time she rolled the door closed in his face. Whatever it was that dimmed her fire, he needed to fix it.
“You okay?”
“Fine.”
“Shorty, honey, you and fine do not mix,” he hugged her closer, dropping a kiss on her head. “Someone bothering you?”
“Besides you?”
Ben grunted.
“I just needed a few minutes. I read that lying on the floor helps center your soul or some bullshit.”
“And how is that working for you?”
Angelina snuggled further into his chest. She could feel his heart thumping under her cheek.
“Honey, tell me who pissed you off, and I will make him disappear.”
“Just let it go. I don’t want to think about it. All I want is to sink into my tub with one of the purple bath bombs and a pizza delivered. Yes, it was bad enough to be a purple day. No, I don’t care that take-out pizza is one chemical compound away from being plastic. I will hide the box from Max and never speak of it again.”
“Where do you order your pizza?”
Angelina giggled until it turned into a laugh.
“Let’s go,” Ben grunted. Standing with her in his arms, he flipped off the light and headed down the stairs.
“I can walk, you know.”
“Not tonight.”
“Ben.”
“Angelina.”
“What are you doing?”
“Taking care of you.”
“Why?”
“You are mine. It’s my job.”
“I am yours? We need to have a long talk about that after my head quits hurting.”
“My job is to make you happy. Fine is not happy.”
