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Away from this event.
It’s been too much–finding out about my parentage, getting sniped at by Billy, beginning to want more from Brick.
I need to gather my head.
As my sexy boss offers a curt greeting to his employees, I duck out the door, pick up my coat from the coat check, and get in an elevator. I don’t owe him my presence here tonight. Well, I suppose I technically do, but he’s not going to fire me over it. My job is now too entwined with sex. With our non-relationship relationship.
When we blow up, it all blows up, and I doubt it will be over this although it’s possible I’m trying to move that date forward every time I rebel against him.
I step out of the elevator and debate how to get home. Considering the weather and my attire, I probably need a cab. The doorman holds the door for me, and I step out.
“Taxi?”
“She’s going with me,” Brick snarls from behind us.
I whirl to see his eyes flashing a strange shade of amber in the light. He reaches a hand for my hip in a possessive gesture as he thrusts his valet ticket at the attendant.
For some reason, none of my usual snappy responses come to mind. I’m too tired. My brain is churning too much on the Harringtons and my mom and the fact that everyone at Moon Co knows I’m screwing the boss. I’m in limbo–I need to make a decision about this job and Blackthroat, but I keep putting it off because of this. The way I feel every time he demonstrates his interest in me.
I’m hungry for his attention, his affection, his constant approval. I don’t want to give up hearing him growl “good girl” or ordering me around in that bossy way of his and watching as I perform for him. I don’t want to end the game we play because it’s so damn satisfying.
I expect a dressing down about leaving the party, but instead, he modulates his temper for once. Even though I see frustration in the set of his mouth, his voice is a mild rumble. “I’ll take you home, Windows.”
“I can take a cab.”
“It’s snowing, I’m taking you home.”
I muster a retort. “Newsflash, Big Bad, outside of the office, you’re not the boss of me.” My words lack my usual snappy delivery, and he must see it because his often flinty gaze is soft on my face.
“Keep telling yourself that, Madison,” he murmurs.
* * *
Brick
Something’s off with Madison, and it kills me. Was she running from me? Or was it something Billy said to her? I will tear him apart if he hurts her. Literally. With my wolf fangs.
Or maybe this is about that bitch, Eleanor Harrington.
I know Madison has issues with money and social class that likely stem from the situation with her father. This probably poked all those wounds.
She ends up getting into my car without a fuss, but she’s miles away.
“Did Billy say something to you?” I ask as we drive.
Her gaze slides my way. “I'm not afraid of Billy.”
I reach out and cup the back of her head, massaging her scalp lightly there. “You're not afraid of anyone, are you, Windows?”
She steals another glance at me, as if surprised by the praise.
“Tell me what he said.”
She shrugs. “He just said nothing good happens to secretaries who fuck the boss.”
I grind my teeth, trying to hold in the growl that rockets up my throat. He’s definitely going to feel my wrath. “He will apologize to you on Monday,” I grit.
“Don’t,” she says. “I’m a big girl. I can face the consequences of my actions.”
