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Well, that shit was unacceptable. She wanted to apologize. Not to mention, she might chicken out, so she had to do it now.
She grabbed her purse, locked the door, and headed for the place she figured he’d been since he walked out this morning.
Work.
Barry, the kindhearted security guy, who loved to show her pictures of his grandchildren, let her up to Dane’s floor without even one word of begging. The floor was eerily quiet, the lights dim, only a few on. She took her time walking down the hallway, not because she was afraid someone would pop out of one of the offices and say boo, but because that weakness she fought with all morning was starting to creep back in. What would he say to her? Would he forgive her? Or would he finally say the relationship wasn’t working? That she was too much work to deal with.
That thought made her laugh. He already had enough work to deal with.
His office door was closed when she stepped into her work area—well, now, Ms. Wallace’s area. She couldn’t have been happier when Dane gave her a chance. Sometimes all people needed was that one person to give them a chance. To show everyone they were more than a person with a record. A victim of a crime. A single mother trying to make ends meet.
Blowing out a breath, she steeled her spine. She could do this. Running her hands down her shirt to the top of her thighs, she exhaled another slow breath.
Yep. She got this.
Then she twisted the handle and opened the door.
To an empty office.
She walked inside, dumbfounded. Her eyes trailed to the gorgeous view of New York City behind his desk. She walked closer.
The sun was starting to slowly say goodbye for the day. The lights on the buildings weren’t quite lit, but she imagined it looked wonderful from his office all lit up in its glory. She looked at lady liberty, mentally making a to-do list. She needed to go see the monument with Dane at some point. She wanted to see the relaxation in his eyes, in his posture as they took a leisurely ferry ride to the statue. She wanted to see the glee and excitement in his expression as they walked around—maybe even planned in advance to walk up to the top. Yes, she would go there someday—very soon—with him.
As soon as she apologized.
Turning away from the window, she glanced around his office again.
Empty.
She couldn’t believe it. She swore this was where she would’ve found him. Sure, it was Saturday, but when he wasn’t with her, he was working. Where could he be?
Well, she could always try his apartment.
She walked past his desk when another person entered his office.
Not a person she wanted to see.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Champ said in a douchey, creepy tone.
Of course, anytime he spoke, his words sounded creepy. Because he was a creep. She had seen him a few times here and there when she visited Dane at work. He always had a few words to say, but she never did. Nothing nice would come out of her mouth anyway.
Right now, she had nothing to say to him, either. She headed in his direction because, unfortunately, he stood in her pathway to exit.
As she tried to sweep past him, he grabbed her arm, stopping her with a strength that surprised her. She twisted her head, eyeing him, then his hand on her arm—the audacity—like he had a right to touch her.
“He’s playing with you.” Champ leaned closer, his mouth getting way too close to her mouth for comfort. “He’ll never love you. You’re a little toy to my brother.” His eyes lowered to her mouth. “I play better than him. I can show you.”
Her entire body shivered at his insinuation. She thought he was an asshole before for cheating on Mia. He was worse than that. She couldn’t even find the right word. Despicable. Downright disgusting.
She twisted more of her body, so she was face to face with him. His hand still held her arm like a tight vice. A slow, wicked smile emerged on his face. Like he was going to get what he wanted.
Oh, how wrong he was.
She produced her own sweet, wicked smile.
Then she brought her knee up as hard as she could into his family jewels. His hand fell from her arm as he dropped to the floor with a bellowing moan.
“You bitch,” he whispered in agony.
