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In contrast to the rather sinister company name, there are bright colors all over, and the distant laughter makes it feel like a children’s playground.
This is a corporation? It almost seems like someone tried to design the exact opposite of the oppressively boring grays of our own silent-as-a-tomb office.
“First things first.” Vlad leads me into a walk-in closet to the side. “Gear up.”
Huh?
There are no clothes here, just Nerf guns.
Lots of Nerf guns.
Alrighty then. War it is.
Vlad grabs two rifle-shaped ones, then opens his trench coat and stuffs a handgun-shaped toy into the belt of his pants.
Lucky gun.
Shrugging, I pick out a two-handed white-and-orange blaster that reminds me of the Tommy Gun they show in old gangster movies.
“Stay back to back with me,” Vlad says, no hint of a smile on his face.
I do as he says, though when our backs touch, my hormones go haywire.
I bet there’s a drooling grin on my face.
We walk like that onto the main floor, like a pair of cops storming a mobster hideout.
Suddenly, an orange projectile smashes into my fake eyebrow.
“Hey!” I rub the spot before I recall that I have to be careful not to smear the drawing. “Not the face.”
“Sorry,” someone says.
I spot the assailant—a forty-something redheaded dude with a beer belly—and squeeze the trigger to unleash a cloud of darts into his chest.
Someone leaps out of the corner.
Vlad lunges in front of me and takes the next dart in the chest.
This time, the shooter is a lady a little older than Sandra, but I don’t let that stop me from unloading the rest of my darts into her torso.
Two more attackers join the fray.
Vlad is out of darts, and so am I.
Dropping his weapons, Vlad ushers me against the wall, so that the swarm of projectiles that are meant for me smash into his back.
Wow.
He’s right up against me, and it’s intoxicating. I can smell the sensual notes of bergamot and citrus and feel the warmth coming off his big body.
He looks down, and our eyes meet. His pupils are dilated, his high cheekbones edged with a hint of a flush. Slowly, he bends his head and—
“Leave my brother alone,” a voice booms over the sounds of the Nerf guns firing. “He’s here to help.”
Chapter Twelve
Brother?
