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It takes a moment for Reece to respond before he questions, “Did you?”
“Yes. And now that I’ve obtained enough evidence to prove Kordin’s infidelity—”
“You’re leaving him?”
“I was going to say your involvement with this company is—”
“Are you leaving him? Yes or no?”
Relocating my concentration to a pen, I say, “Eventually.”
Pitching to his feet suddenly, he tells me, “Meet me on the stairs in ten minutes.” Then, he stalks out of the room.
I wait twenty seven and a half minutes before approaching the stairwell.
The second the door closes behind me, Reece asks, “How’d he fuck you?”
Remembering the sayingask stupid questions, get stupid answers, I tell him, “Like a sex addict on ecstasy,” because his question is by far the stupidest.
“So he took you from the back.” That triumphant smirk reappears. “Once.”
“Like I said in my office, Mr. Souza, I no longer require your assistance.”
“My assistance. You admit you’ve been using me?”
“I…tried,” I say truthfully. “Why else would I allow you to work here? Out of charity? No. I thought keeping Cyrus’s mole close could be useful, but unfortunately, you only proved incompetent, again, leaving me no choice but to fir—”
He gets in my face. “Fire me again. See what happens.”
Looking between his eyes, I see the threat there. No, not threat. Promise.
He’s really not going to make this easy on me, is he?
“I don’t need to. I’ll have HR do it.”
I turn to leave, but when I try to open the door, Reece props his big hand on the wood above my head, keeping it closed. Taking another step closer to me, I can feel his front pressing in on my back and close my eyes tight.
“I know you’ve been using me,” he whispers near my ear. “And I don’t care.”
“You’re an idiot,” I whisper back.
“Only for you.”
“Your attachment issues are disturbing. You should seek help. Immediately.”
“What about your attachment issues?”
“I don’t—”
“You’re pushing me away because you’re scared I’ll make you happy. You’re even more scared I already do.”
Scared is too weak a word, I think, but say, “You don’t have that kind of effect on me.”
His other hand finds my heart. “I have some kind of effect on you. Your heart’s about to beat out of your chest.”
Heart palpitations.Are they heart palpitations?
“A result from having a dangerous thug block my escape,” I bite back, trying to convince myself as much as Reece. It can’t be heart palpitations.
